We got soul but no control, like john rambo rippin' throats
80 holes in your shirt, there: your own jamaican clothes
Cause i have got "s" plus what a dog's tail does
I've mastered this ask of me, my raff ain't practice
Word go get some rollers
Lambo, royce and rovers
So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed
That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get
That doesn't make sense like nigga kids wearing cap and gowns
Welcome to the dirty south,we don't have 40's it's a 30 ounce
He said he needed a come up, because selling nicks' was lame
Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!
Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party
A, b-s-t-r-a-c-t, come in smokin' green, talk about a stupid question, you feelin' me?
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