So when i kick in the door, not waving the four four
Might as well, mix it up. im a fashion whore
One two three, what could it be
We the 93 chicago bulls baby
Apparentally it make you argue morethe more things you throw
So here it is on myself ... are you ready one , two three lets go
Normally i order three or four of these
Y'all know that nigga in the movies
Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic
I don't care about your drive unless you talkin' ridin' dick
You spit that end rhyme trash i'm spittin syllables two or three
They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money
Two or three, hits of thc, yeah it fits for me.
Third ward general, young cash money
Felatio fetish, broads know me where i live
Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,
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