I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes
I'm just sayin' the truth, when i spit i speak smooth
Hot and cool when i spit, the air just popped
You shook my world and it felt apart
We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes
Strange fruit, that's the truth, i spit it in the booth,
Studio fifty four if we get the props right
I see ya spit dripping in the light,
When i spit on the beat,
Cause talk is cheap
Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues
I'm just sayin' the truth, when i spit i speak smooth
But that ain't the end state, cause in state i spit sowed oats for bread
You know they at home watching lifetime or on the internet
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