slightly tangled hair, its imperfections even more enticing than the greatest Greek statues. Each individual strand lives on its own. Removing my tools of vision
you can't beat us then join us Get on the team street sweepers grenades rafts and M-1 cambiums It's a cold piece of work I just wait 'Cause the way niggas
loan me your ears for 15 minutes Walk with me Here the breakdown, pass the doja, .45 in the holster Hollow tips'll fold 'em, them niggaz they toy soldiers Oh, that boy colder
the rest in the V-town [A-1] Thinking about the set up, trying to get my red up bout my cock this tech nine and get you wet up blue So what the fuck
