Work straight out the kitchen
The bigger the the fun
And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes
In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.
Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger
Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,
In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave
Yeah that girl is thick, top heavy for days
P stand for pacqiauo nigga
I bring the heat like the
Down the street to the car,
Slumdog far apart any sub par
Yeah, look here i pay dues
Saw the bombs on the news
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