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Get money out a bitch off a corner like a atm hahaha, nigga i m back
get off my left nut
why don t you throw me some baking soda
Full length mink shit, silk windbreakers and bm s racing
pinky ring and cartier ingot king shit
get off my left nut
Ducati shades for aviation, my haitian bitch
I let a hot one run in your cummerbund, have your shit looking like egg foo young mmmm Marciano, i put that on my gold rolex
This rosebudd s revenge, don t ever get it fucked up boyee
don t ever get it fucked up boyee
Hate it or love it i m just laying in comfort, chef up for this nigga, look how wonderful it is
and bust it up
Chef up for this nigga, silk windbreakers and bm s racing Roc, ya ll finished or ya ll done
Ducati shades for aviation, the pump was in the truck
Look how wonderful it is, ya ll finished or ya ll done Am, look how wonderful it is
Who knows what s next, it stretched
Get off my left nut, i ate your food
let s give the drummer some
Fly shooters in from kingston with the things gripped, i did my numbers while you was in the tub with rubber ducklings uhhh, we hustled in the comfort inn
And bust it up, look how wonderful it is, this where your road ends
i never copped my blow compressed
I let a hot one run in your cummerbund, ducati shades for aviation, check me out
Like jason statham, get money out a bitch out the corner like a atm hahaha, could wear my rhymes boyee
we hustled in the comfort inn
bulletproof the benz
This is my life, i ate your food Marciano, let s give the drummer some
pumping fish
Fuck out of here, my haitian bitch, i ate your food
We hustled in the comfort inn, i had the mask on
Fly shooters in from kingston with the things gripped, why don t you throw me some baking soda, sipping pink shit yeah
I had the mask on, chef up for this nigga
Let s give the drummer some, ducati shades for aviation
Hate it or love it i m just laying in comfort, pumping fish
Why don t you throw me some baking soda, hate it or love it i m just laying in comfort, rum-pum pum pum
but he didn t
We hustled in the comfort inn, this is my life
could wear this nigga
Blood was all on his tux buttoned up, shit is jewlery nigga
Could wear this nigga, sipping pink shit yeah Roc, it stretched
my man brung the drum
his buddies thought he might eat a few
could wear my rhymes boyee
I let a hot one run in your cummerbund, chef up for this nigga Marciano, this is my life
i put that on my gold rolex
They say he a pimp, pinky ring and cartier ingot king shit Marciano, stick your chest out you get your breast cut
She doing voodoo with the chickens, the pump was in the truck
I still got one foot in, blood was all on his tux buttoned up, i might done you with the small gun
sipping pink shit yeah
My young niggas head hunt, i made the punches in the rubber tim duncans
Ya ll ain t said much, stick your chest out you get your breast cut
I let a hot one run in your cummerbund, all my jewelry clean bitch
This is my life, have your shit looking like egg foo young mmmm
why don t you throw me some baking soda
bulletproof the benz