Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die
Who da fuck this guy, poppin while i'm this high
About that nigga round the way, who's always high off a jay
Now them silly bitches calling me like everyday
If doing it is wrong, i don’t wanna be right
There's no dancing for you tonight.
Ballerina dancing beatiful twirls
Talking about the god you serve
Imma body this track like nobody before nigga
Bll clinton pimping, always with a monica
Third eye high, this does not matter
My records sell, yes sir
Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don
Every nigga that sees me wants to know what i get high on
Maybe later on i'll give you a phone call
Can't stand this nigga im bout to fall
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