i aint gonna stop till 100 rolex in my room
a naked groom, dance'in to reggaton tones
making my feet confey, couple of rubs on ya nahni
with bitching sucking dick from my room to the lobby
shit i need a lot be, a benz i can put in a lot-see
ya still thinking of killin... when im making million of the pot-feens
but honestly if i had the coke i wouldnt know how to bake it
if there was a crack-head that'll do it for free... he still wouldnt make-it
no fake-shit, its real tal... like one of sheek's song
me wrong? never, i go to church and pray for a automatic-shotty
so whats wrong with that?>........
nah im just joking...
but i'll will beat ya ballsy cats with a bat
the simple flow infact, still treatin ya like a abused childern
and the fused blew-when, i ask for you to spit....
and all i saw was mucus.... BLAH!!!!
BIATCH.......

weak..