I never f****d Nicki and that’s f****d up If I did f**k, she’d be f****d up Whoever is hittin’ ain’t hittin’ it right Cause she actin’ like she need d**k in her life That’s another story, I’m no story teller I [?] greatness like gold and jello All my goons so overzealous I’m from Holly Groove, the holy Mecca I got money for days, as [?] but I’m stuck in my ways My girl from [?] if she wave Baby and I f****d with her [?] My eyes are so bright, I take cover for shade Don’t have my money? I take mothers instead You got the hickups you swallowed the truth Then I make you burp boy, [?] beef eat like sirloin I’m talkin’ bout runnin’ in houses with arm and guns So think about your son and daughter rooms Got too much [?] they got smaller guns Ain’t thinkin’ bout your son and daughter rooms This is just crazy my n***a, I mean brazy my n***a That money talk, I just rephrase it my n***a Blood gang take the B, I’ll behave ya I’m [?] for reals https://youtube/watch?v=rAmAyQOUdAs
Posted on: Sat, 01 Nov 2014 15:15:36 +0000
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