Next to it: stash mattress. under it: cash, bastard
But i still fuck with you, you just ain't never heard
You're still playing with the three estates you started with
And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live
You,niggas are like ghost with you
Wolf gang, triple six crew
Stacey dash type, i'm cheatin' and they clueless
Streets are tough, are you trying to make peace with us?
But i still fuck with you, you just ain't never heard
It's all for the thought of havin' more than required
Yo mamas so black her tits are filled with grape flavored silicone
Late night to the early morn, i've been such a rolling stone
They got me goin mad, i'm knockin busters on they backs
Or are you gonna walk away while you still have the chance,
My rhymes and style are so defined/ that i could make her cling to me with little time//
From ten to nine, you do your business right, let me attend to mine
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