I don't blend in, I stand out I don't camp out, nor do lines Just black girls that do girls And white girls that do lines I'm a dog, ho, do it doggy style I make phone calls, I get dirt did I keep clean hands, I can't do time My uncle told me jail ain't the place to be Seven years in, and he still gotta serve thirty-three Nonfiction, no parole, he doin' fed time If I ever go to jail, bet a nigga make headlines Life's a bitch but I wet mine Got her tipsy off red wine and ate the pussy from behind Easy does it, one take, I don't punch it When I say I got a bouquet, no, I ain't cuffin' Bottles of Merlot Rose go by the dozen, ho When it comes to pitchin' white Then I nail that shit, could'a got a Cy Young Had the bred once, Deadstock with the key-chain since 01'
If I should die, before I wake I pray the Lord, my soul to take Pants saggin' as I'm walkin' through those pearly gates Hat cocked, in some deadstock Aqua 8's Bury me in my favourite J's Bury me in my favourite J's Bury me in my favourite J's Bury me in my favourite J's
If she don't go both ways, no go Ha, left with two but I showed up solo Livin' in the fast lane but a nigga drive slow though Yeah, fuck bitches, get pollo Eat steak and shrimp and sip Bordeaux Konichiwa bitches, yeah my motto Fresh to death but I ain't takin' no press release photos I got church at 9 A.M. Sunday Then brunch at noon, I do Soko My J's clean, they white and royal My bitch bougie, my son spoiled No squares in this inner circle 'Til death do us, my niggas loyal My J's clean, they black and royal Keep the pus' if that mouth awful Ten times out of ten chance that
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