.Fuck that fuck shit, pay me,
Rumors come and go, so I stay in a room presidential lately.
Top of the roof where the niggers start hating,
Talk that shit, I ain't for the bathing, but I swear the gang got so clay aching,
Brought a new crib, your bitch sets faces,
Ride to the mothe.
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