He tosses out it out the window, arrives at his apartment,
As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt
Holding back the anger i wanna shoot out
Smoking haze all over town like it's allowed
A wise nigga told me don’t chase that cash
After take-out i'm takin the out the trash.
If a nigga didn't fake like them
Shit its out of the question
The coldest bout to show out
After your hoes leave the jets' hangout
Ballin out, showin out, at the rendezvous
I'm on point baby, ready to stick you
Fuck what y’all talkin’ about
Outsold the sell outs, freak the hell out
Put a g spot on a 8 cloud
Scratching my back, let the words get out
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