It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks
Got to pay our taxes, we're in debt? i'll just send lobbyists,
Want the title but im always fighting under card
Your survinving the times? more shots in the dark
Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips
Grab a pen in clutches, send it to heaven above functions
I've been balling those shots
You pull up in parking lots
Shots in my system just to numb the pain
I wanted the money and never the fame
I grab the bullet, pack it in my gun, send it and finish,
Sipping moscato with models having exotic dishes
And so the soldiers, gats in hand, send drones to pakistan,
And i come through your window just like i'm hustle man
It's astrife in the end fend for yourself. send for help,
I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt
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