im from the era of ronald reagan and from my dress code and my style tyga yea you know what im slangin' valentine heart shooter pinky nail for real and cant ya tell aint nobody cuter
a pit bull terrier carries in ya area and he really aint sharin ya
add a two door straight pirrhana i keep it sparked like a rear end six-four of an impalla skinny baby done dollar and when i rip theese raps to gat ya back it aint no prada nicky is a matador yo whatchu give it for its like rain when the money pour
hey a pitbull terrier carries in ya area and he really aint sharin ya
i keep it dark as darth vader i keep it cold as cream to make ya gleam with thirty one flavors three bullets just grazed ya and i cant believe we smokin weed the streets done raised ya it was the ultimate caper and as the year pass i fear we talk about paper
pitbull terrier carries in ya area and he really aint sharin ya
ya see i step through whats up to all my nephews im leavin the suckers to super heros for the rescue and every attitude in the grill like respect do we crept through its been a long time we shouldnt have left you ima locate ya spot ima go steak the block its nation wide knowin ima rotate the clock around timing rebudle and make it seem so drastic visual havin feel its no longer lasting start the rhyme shootin computin with many brains no time for tootn' make a comback like eddy caine never cross game or piont with steady aim i put it so simple in the crookedest way ima brain wave, over-take, maintain, no mistake dont give a fuck i aint gonna wait knowin theres more to make its weaker when you know when its right i hold the mic with confidence like rollin the dice
sometimes im lucky as luciano and i collect little things like ships thats made in the bottle block monster ass steak butterflys surround my waiste i shake but still beat the case laid out like a bear rug beacause the way i sqeeze to make this cheese is somthin like a bear hug man i aint never met a fair thug baby you with me or not cause you know i dont share love i kick back in the twilight man thats the wicked little brother of the thang we call the limelite i switch lanes in the fast life and this psycic said i was king tut in my past life i looked at her like "thats right" yeah respect the law the star born to break the law machine gun alibi, its like a lullaby we smoke weed and we dont cry
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