And really don't matter unless y'all coming with
Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,
I ain't worried bout shitbitch i'm the shit
It's only one round, two or three i don't need it
One, two, three little fags, they fuck with my homies so i grab out the body bags,
Face the facts, 'cuz honesty is somethin' that our nation lacks,
Now we was once two niggas of the same kind
Three strikes, two tokes, one time for your mind
Best believe i'm leaving with more of those
One two three to late now your gone busted nose
The hardest four bars, and i aint even count to three
If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy
U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!
Smokin' weed like it ain't no thing, so even kids
No cadillac, no perms, you can't see
Two or three, hits of thc, yeah it fits for me.
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