Re: a rap
I pull the gun out
Hurry up and pull your thumb out
My time about to run out
Police are coming and the sun's out
Fill the bag so I can run out
My boy sitting in the whip, engine running with the clutch down
I run touts, embezzlers, extortionists
Main bitch a Portugese contortionist
She born to give head, flip bread, mix grenadine with mint menthe
Plus shorty tick up top like Big Ben
Thorough like a spaniel how the bitch bred
Spliffs dread, got the eyes under my lids red
I'm going off, getting paid and I don't ask why |
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