I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough
He was entrapped by a storm eya-eya o
So he got an ache in his belly eya-eya o
When people wore pajamas and lived life slow
While o stands for omelet
Hoes blow for me, i maestro, shit
My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow
He cried like a baby eya-eya o
Plus he is always holding a teddy eya-eya o
Denim front been still kickin' ten zero
I'm a grade a o g
I came up hungry
Shady, fifty, d.r.e., d o double g,
Third ward general, young cash money
Though i know a couple niggas tryna hem my long jeans joe
Your phone's cocked, but i've blocked your calls to triple o
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