Then the walls come up and she's alone in a crowed room
Turn a good vagina into a typhoon
I'm the type of nigga to put reproduction on pause,once i walk in a room everyone
He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run
I pick up a spoon and walk through the living room door
The money gets closer when you seem to be grindin' more
I sit in my room and curse the heavens
Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons
Mary jane keeps me high like every day
Swagged up as i walk in the hallway
Or maybe its they fault that we ain't holla since june
Swag in the air when i'm walkin in the room
Ain't got no room in the back
And daddy's in the cadillac
See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth
Sitting in the room, on the phone, cooking up orders
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