khitlerbitch | last.fm Look we can shop together mama, his and hers. Fifth Avenue shit baby, Fendi furs. I ain't tight with the chips girl, I'm down to splurge. If it's ice you like, I'll light up your life. VS2 Clarity alright. I play the block. I ain't the type to punch your clock, I'm the type to put the metal to the floor in the drop. I live life in the fast lane, I make a grove of hash. Hustle hard for cash, so I can spoil that ass. It's like she loves me, she loves me not. 'Cause her friends pump her head full of bullshit a lot. I gave jewels I imported for her, Chanel bags I bought from boosters. To the hood I introduced her, she feisty and sometimes she wanna fight me. People sayin' if I get knocked, she ain't gon' write me. The sick part is all that bullshit excites me.
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