Found this spot in pasadena and shack with her, an investment
The water from the past is the same water in the present
The bigger the the fun
I told him get his 9 and run
Ass shots in her seven jeans
Thinkin of the the dreams
Saw the bombs on the news
High as shit, i’m in a booth
Where the fuck the chorus
Always knew where the pot was
Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the
Obie trice, pour out a lil' liquor nigga
I bring the heat like the
You made me wanna
And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!
A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose
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