Now i'm back on my grizzle, a plethora of strippers
I want the slice of cake, i'd like to taste fame or six figures,
I ain't from the states but i get money like bill gates
I got geechi on her, came back with thirty chains
It's half past five and i'm the seven that six was afraid of
I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love
I just spit six lines of quick and sick rhymes to pass the time
By the minute i was getting paid like a hot line
He appreciates your support
Explains the lives of six lost
And all we lack is communication like service sucks
And so far, the start used, was by in large- principles."
Leave the states make peace with myself and erase/
Pull up on these 26’s, i’m a vanity slave
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