Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus
That i kept a little too long in the furnace
Been outta control little pimp stroll discuss this whole that thug role
I've been waiting for somebody to pick up my stroll
Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes
Your the little shit that, nobody knows!
Who the fuck would've thought that one little lone mc
And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick
Little details and times and names that i don't wanna,
Ride presidential got me feeling like obama
Little do you know i put in pills that are barely legal
I say, how can they compare to you, everything material
You a little nigga that cant even compete
Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed
// [it's a little too late to say that you're sorry now]
Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow
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