Uzi Nigga!
Fuck the fame, all I want is the paper
All you niggas get equipped with the stitches, and that's a promise
Fuckin' with a real nigga, ain't got no options
My nigga got that hammer to ya bladder, you feelin' nauseous?
Swagger braggadocios, I spit that halitosis
Gucci got the bands so put the bond in motion
I'm detrimental, to any instrumental
Yeah, Black Rollie, Barack Obama, Presidental
Ganja in my system
She blow me like a piston
If you cross the lines boy you better be a christian
Kuz I'm gone off that lean
Hoes never get in between
Spray these niggas, afro sheen
Money tall, like Kareem, bitch
Uh, I can't even get at ya
I multiply the guap, I get all the factors
Last bitch that gave me head got her Master's
Yal mo' like actresses, yal ain't even actors
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