One two three, what could it be
She going to borrow some money
Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic
If i give a fuck, it's probably from my dick
Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy
In one two three a mother fucker that’s all he is gonna be
So here it is on myself ... are you ready one , two three lets go
We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though
I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love
Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,
Two or three, hits of thc, yeah it fits for me.
It's about niggas and bitches, power and money
Fuck fame, i love my fans just a little more
So when i kick in the door, not waving the four four
I'll chew a new one up every two to three minutes,
But love my music, say i do nothing but hits
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