My visions that i record, the instruments i adore
With her own married husband, a bitch and a whore,
That don’t mean i’ma stunt her
Cant stand your whore daughter
But did you really mean it when you called me a whore
If you try to give it to me at the door
The cp3 of this rap game, i bet my nigga score
Loot banks, rob stores and call yo mamma a whore
The money gets closer when you seem to be grindin' more
Because tonight i will be out with a different whore
That's what rains for
Once a whore never more,
Cause everytime yall come around
Me and whore white girls never workout,
And wonder why i ain't ever caught that feeling before
I remember one time me and my crew sore this whore
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