You fall low on cargo until you come to a stop
Then all i really want is for her to get on top
She say she fucking with me the long way
Stop, hold on sensei no karate today,
Greedy niggas wouldn’t let me in the cafeteria
On top dubia, india. stop to buy india
Money ain't a thing
That i'm saving my raging
These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference
Finding a perfect storm of memories raging in fears
Stop spittin on this mic please, spend it on your boyfriends dick
There's a million names for your kind of chronic
Even when them niggas stop and try to plan on me
Got some pocket change too, now ya workin' baby
And this still the hardest shit you've heard from la this far
And to stop at that point, you gotta be on alcohol
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