So chase the air hide your stash
Thick lips and a sick class
Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring
Washing dishes and polar bear splitting
Severed skulls with my skills using a skillet
And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit
I wanted a brother my mother i told her
Splitting swisher's on the porch with my sister
You heard banks was crackin skulls
Or closed casket for our troubles
Or you'll spend your life with wrinkles and skin cracking,
You know that love is a very serious thing
If you still gon' be on some crooked-ass nigga shit
Splitting and drilling the heads of demons, i ain't satanic/
As she goes through the levels
I read a cops lips once
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