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Shot up the golden rock to hit the rover spot Smoke a lot of pot like [?] My hoes got blowjobs too cool to ball I might slow [?] I get you robbed [?] Omaha Ain't no hoes in my [?] I let foes dry on the clothesline My whole styles remind me of [?] About to start my own clothing line and be multi Don’t play both sides you get hit And left by the roadside My lady knows how I'm a snob I'd rather do crime with the mob Than punch a time card Your body pop out the drop like a pop tart Nigga don’t ever fix your face to front We eat fake gangsters for lunch To wet my taste buds 380 snub [?] I had on rubber gloves Just for pumpin' your gums you got slumped [?] Danced with wolves Letras de cancionesLearned a couple new dance moves [?] Might need a hot air balloon To get a clear view of my hairdo These squares [?] Muggs provide the backdrop I crack your top and apricot Then laughed off your plot to sabotage Every half a bar is worth a Jaguar [?] We buying caviar Pathmark You marks ain't even hit the halfway mark I'm like a young Hasselhoff Satin drawers, Michael Korrs velours Hopped out the 4 door like Boston George They gentrified the game That's when the God came in Cartier frames I sprayed your frame, you changed body weight Sacrifice you with a bag of rifles To end your life cycle in a fly Nike boot [?] (Kaos) Straight up From Letras Mania