Ass shots in her seven jeans
Spendin money on machines,
Tryna wire machines but its a no go.
Two of her friends strip she never judge them though
Of how they keep you still and down, convert people to machines
The more small people at your door like please can i receive
My rhyming's like the finest thing since time machines
Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats
I spit verses hard and mean statistics say mine are fighting machines,
On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets
My #dollars turn in more #chips than fucking vending machines,
Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans
No one stopping this elite team of dangerous machines
Goin crazy, i might be no sleep having light dreams
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