Niggas is kemba walker tryna see me pitfall
Even if the amount of money is so small
I'm on the stage, you in the stands
I ain't gotta try, work my hands
Her tits are fucking small
Baby, let me give you a call
On the slow jam of love
Everybody have's small problems
Now put dem hands up hands up when i'm brandishing a weapon,
Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done
Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks
Wash the blood of your fucking hands
Other people are wringin their hands
We getting money, you can face the facts
Like a small garage in your backyard
Cause my mother let me do what i want
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