Your 2cents, cloudy mind turns me translucent
What the fuck? gee willikers and no, i'm not drunk
Every bit of evidence in court turns inadmissible.
Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble
Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus
My mind turns straight to the mistress.
My niggas clownbring a pound
When she f***in' turns around
Light up a white chocolate blunt and take it in turns
Better yet they work my every nerve
A head without single faces, i don't exist in your world.
Care to tell, i read your mind, she been on them dollars first
Until your face turns blue
And real bitches don't respect you
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