Clap two times if you drunk
My g"s have been handcuffed,
An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red
That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get
To burn my kingdom, you must use fire
Meanwhile your lifestyle had no textile
I like my girls skinny with brains
This type of lifestyle that one simulates
Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun
40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',
You say bullsit about me and my lifestyle with your stupid freestyle.
So i'm hurting. me effort is apparent she not fertile
Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess
And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,
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