But i’ma wait it out i’m bout to see that drought
And think that selling drugs is the only real way out,
By selling drugs and pissin hot and gettin high
You can pick apart my raps, i ain’t told ya na’ lie
Follow the irony, dick van dyke,to get use to lifeline,
A couple pair of lips, i'm smoochin' on ya panty line
I'm boss like van damme with the trucks
I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs
And when this beat drops, your heart stops
Whiskey cigars and fast cars?
Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts
Probly from selling or doing drugs
Never driving through the boulevard, full of future stolen cars
She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars
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