I'm fittin' shit, your hatin' it, your littleness, your genitals.
I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks
Where's your wealth? where's your fame?
Things'll never be the same
Of your image, your touch, your laugh
Right cash, pretty girls nice ass
Take her back to where i live
Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.
That's what rains for
Your our provider
She tell you that's a lie, lie, lie
Your gonna gratify
There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for
Conjure your fears kill your parents become your foster
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