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Woke up this morning, with a naked women
Like I was making a porno, but I, but I I
I can't remember how she made it to my bed
I gotta figure it out before she
Wake up in my head
Get my shit I gotta get her
I gotta get her outta here
I swear the game play was smart
Suppose to be in and out of here
But it didn't go that way
So I called up Spitter
Cause he liked her anyway when
He saw me with her
Thats how we do, how we did it how we get her
Young money in this bitch, fuck them hoes
Fuck them niggas yeah
And I know that they can't fuck with me
Because of the
Way I am so comfortly, running the, fucking G
Youngin hold down the place
Running round the city buying
Everything you niggas make
Niggas can't fuck the way I rock
Thousand dollars on the sock
Hot boy get up bitches, outlawed
So motherfucking fly
That is so motherfucking lie
I know Jesus is watching this
Session looking at me like
Thank you Lord, you know I try so hard
So if they try me Ima spank em for it
Now Im all up in her mouth like a cancar sore
I two dollar drink a whore
You mink the whore
You like to link the whore, I think of her
As a whore
Like what the fuck you thinking for?
What is wrong with that mind of yours?
She's a dinosaur
She's a Teranosaurous Rex for sex and
Fly as a Terracdactal, I very spectacular
Every move is emaculate though magnificent
Living it up and giving my ten
Percent to the man up above
Thats probably why I am significant
Ain't gotta tell you about how I finish it
You can look in my face
And experience it you bitches
Never been with that bullshit so don't
You bring it around me
Im from tear it up avenue right off of
Get down street you know me I say
Never hesitate, always had a pistol
Never been afraid to show
Let it whistle like du du du dudu, du du du
Still creepin on my side
Will kill you if you try
Give my money to my momma
She will give it somebody
Thats my little biddys brother
Hes a bad motherfucker
Im smart hes tougher who will survive?
I want to fly like a boy in the sky
I can buy anytihng that money can buy oh I
I can turn a knickle or
You and homies retired
I can do just anything
Whatever my soul desires
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