And them blacker girls ain't on the tube usually
The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly
We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between
And some of the stuff i tried to do they had never seen
And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose
And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!
The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes
In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.
Hold my pistoland wrap your arms around a nigga
So call the coroner or the mortician for the the
When i'm digging in her pussy, i'm never using a rubber
Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,
Shit ain’t better alone
As the king upon the throne
And i stay down like my economy and finally i stay true to my might dynasty, yup!!!
Olajuwon, james hardeny’all niggas new to the sceneand that’s my nigga, supper club
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