The next day you is everybody target
Liquor stores with the 40's, young niggas bite metal, shit,
Bet i'm heavy with that
She crazy, that stalker shit
You got your mean little walk with the model pose
Drinkin' 40's, whippin' shit, and talkin' shit, their overtones,
You see they way out they minds with no return ticket
Produces more liquid than a pregnant bitches tit
Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees
College degree, scores on my s a t, shit, please,
If she ever finds out i'll be in a lot of shit
Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate
She said "oh shit! i ain't mean to call you
But it might lead to that r2d2, the mobsters creep through
If you feel it, it must be real just
Almost got some girl pregnant
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