Pick my enemies out the crowd, and motherfucker's die
I'll detect ya wearing ya grandmothers sweater i
I ain't, mad, at cha
I thought mama taught ya,
Cause youse a down ass bitch, and i ain't mad at cha
Climb through ya window i bet i touch ya.
This that new, from the city, you ain’t heard yet
Sickness coming at ya but ya already dead
Ok i’m wale but you can call me nada
Paranoia that shit might kill ya
Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah
Motherfucker i'm on to ya,
Felatio fetish, broads know me where i live
Fast life ya behind ,ya currency just declines
Bitch i’m coming for ya.
But dont go in raw
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