MARS Bronson
As rain falls on my executive trench, with the waist belt
Base dealt make ya face melt
Soldier of fortune, diamonds in the coffin
Pinky extender, gettin twisted like a blender
Grown man rap, grown man pockets
Never catch a statutory, eating cacciatore
You're like a scungill', peel when you see steel
Me I squeeze until it's empty then I refill
We sitting playing Gin Rummy
Chips of hash like the Rock of Gibraltar
Cop my pops a Porsche
Gunmetal with the rocket launcher
You gettin wetter when I pop it off
I got bitches making salsa sauce
Wit they blouses off
Shorty shoot the gun soft like a mouse's cough
400 dollars what it costs for an ounce of broth
Collect the paper then I'm bouncin off
I'm going off, getting paid and I don't ask why |
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