’cause i got the ghost of jeffrey dahmer with me, yeah Local-ass kingpin nigga with a limitation Old bootleg nigga, you's a knock off, an imitation Goddamn, i done made all of y'all shit your jeans Surprise, everybody finna help me with my come up I can get you in the house, i can get you outside I'ma track you down and pull a motherfuckin' rake-a-roo Nigga, no it ain't okay with you, within a day or two If you not speakin' good, don't be sayin' my name My chronic habit heavy, weed man in every cityīlack phantom with the black guts and i'm in itīlow your fuckin' ass off, give me the cash, 'cause I stick and move, do my business, get the dough, and dip Look at my face, you can tell i seen both of 'em Spend it like i never saw a day of pain or sufferin'
She dig my country talkin', she say i sound funnyĮmbassy suites, sittin' on the bed, countin' money Purple kushes, my bitches wax off they pussy bushesĮat dick like it's delicious, and grant a pimp wishes My demise ain't here, don't hold your breathĬook heat over beats so i'm somethin' like a chef I'ma rep this here 'til i walk upon death
I just want the paper, i just-i just want the paper, paper I just want the paper, i just-i just want the paper Relax and take notes while i take tokes of the marijuana smoke
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