Hear It!
Y'all see, how these bogus niggaz try not to notice the dopest bitches
Approachin with good intentions but focusin on they riches
If it's, too hot then get the fuck up out the kitchen
Niggaz dicks, stay lifted when they thinkin of me
Cause the rhythm I kick, puzzle them like arithe-ma-tic
Fillin em with, slugs off the nine milli luger clips
Bitches bust, we just, keep kickin up dust
And you can spread rumors shit is makin me sicker than head tumors
Humor me, by huggin me sayin you lovin me
Playa phony niggaz be buggin,
I can tell cause the thug in me wanna sell drugs and push Ki's
Need to get me mo' of deez, VV's and M3's
Smoke weed from overseas pimped out styled Rol-e's
Fuck the police keep my wallet obese
Who the, Windy City woman still comin and gunnin Straight from the Chi
Tonight's the night for all the ladies, let's get high!
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