I thought i recognized her
In the heat of the summer,
Huh, man of the year, the man of the... work!!!
Suspended from school coolest nigga without effort
It's just textbook stuff
The things im most scared of
Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes
Furniture made of the flesh of my foes
Watch me fuck all these bitches
The name of the game is
My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread
Beat of the drum soon the rhythm of the dead.
I'm a victim of the money, of the cash in the hundreds,
And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks
Observing with a surgeons nursing vest
Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast
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