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Hop in my closet the 22 kicks No shit turn around to a real cool bitch Look at my pool and my 2 blue whips Two blue black whips banging through that six Flow cold like the flu that's sick The thick long tube running through that chair Cash it's own G kush UPS kit Might pick on the troop she gets on my dick Strap like I'm scared of a motherfucking rape By myself go to war with your lil low gang nigga Street sweeper set right out of Hating Ali putting on more powder Got closed casket only thing allowed to you I feel bad but I couldn't live without Killing your ass for my dreams are mess And the thoughts only seem an Alcatraz Hit the club fucked up the bouncer bad You know ten boot marks up the crossers ass 'Cause I'm a skinny pretty nigga they be thinking they bad I'm Ca$his forever be the champion swinger Like girls that like girls Billie Jean king I call it like I see a bitch this mean jean I'm on my king pin Rick Ross the boss I'm in the Maybach Music Group taking off Triple CM's if you can get it cheaper We can get gram broke niggas do the beefing My technique and speed hotter and wreaks like Wrecks for the dough revise it like East Capisci ,capo bring the beauty and the motherfucking beast Real niggas follow me From Letras Mania