Circus full of tears and forgotten wedding gowns
To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds
Think fast, fast women
To be throwing the hand’s son”
And it weighs a ton
Get on my level son
Until we get everything,the south married to the game just like a wedding ring
With feelingsthis a mans world youngin'the bitches in businessso learn a 'lil something
40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',
And you believe when a rapper wan' be one
I'm scary aren't i son
I told him get his 9 and run
That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get
Give 'em guns, step back, watch em kill each other"it's time to fight back", that's what huey said
Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!
Enough to drive a man insane, a woman insane
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