Ya bitches get low
Because I get dough
So what? Im rich ho
I still pull a-kick-do' (kick ya door down)
What you talking shit fo'?
gotta run and hit fo'?
Got you a yellin and I thought you put out a gun hit fo
But you's a scary dude
Believed by very few
Just keep it very cool
Or we will bury you
See all that attitude's, unneccesary dude
Cause you never Carry Tools not even sweary qs
You got these people fooled, who see me on the tube
Whatever try the crew, they'll see you on the news

What ya know about that candy paint with butter guts

V-V-S, princess cuts with purple stuff up in my cup
I'm grippin on that grain man, switching lane to lane man
In my Rover Range man, like Collie on them heaven thang

I'm in the parking lot with my candy apple drop
Hop inside, press a button, watch my top pass out
See I'm a hustler on my grind, the four vogues fit for reclining

Watch me smile and show my grill so y'all can see that I'm a shine 2 8 1, 3 3 oh, eight zero zero fo'

Thats my cell phone number hit me up on the low
I'm from the city of the clutch where the music screwed up

I'm switching lanes, holding grain, about to tear the curb up, baby

> Damn those piss poor accents!

One fine day there was a woof and a purr.
A baby was born and it caused a little stir.

WE BOTH FUCKED UP JEREMY

A baby was born in a cossy little stir?

One fine day with a wolf and a bird.

Hey, thanks for the favorite.

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Heh. Yeah.

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