Petey pop off, rip, free lou, been lootin’ money since like fourth grade
You love me to no ends, but that image begins to fade,
Platinum and gold, you gots to love that
Sick of hard times so i tell em to fall back
Maybe you luck out and meet someone that thinks you're handsome.
My name's kingpin slim and i'mma son of a gun
Put the purp in the blunt
Since you love working that chrome junk
And show you that i love you
Cause when i make this stew
Got me thinkin' 'bout better days
And you took all the love that i gave
You tried fight the trouble but despite the hurdle, you died to a psycho's love...
And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush
You starting to understand, that i love contraband
Celebrate the very day that she get past
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