you gonna bust a verse right before the guns burst Push ya girl on the ground so that you can run first Now you about to get rolled up hold up wait Just
an yo' bitch for a dollar and some change Lookin' strange Mean-muggin' in the back of the club I'm hangin' out gettin' drunk wit' my nigga Tom Dub Hoes
bitch for a dollar and some change Lookin' strange, mean-muggin' in 'da back of 'da club I'm hangin' out, gettin' drunk wit' my nigga Tom Dub Hoes showin
What you gonna bust a verse right before the guns burst Push ya girl on the ground so that you can run first Now you about to get rolled up hold up wait
be Tom Wilson's secretary . . . Ok . . . You remember Tom Wilson were gonna run for President? [6:51] Aynsley: You're Tom Wilson? Carl: Yeah. Aynsley
fought for this position and status, this entrepeneurship Matter of fact, madness I planned this like serial killers are banished Flows aquatic like fishes' surroundings, underground
cover shot [Fred Money:] Blaow! It's too late for your will My goons like sharks, they can't wait for a kill Catch you makin moves, then I make you move steel Underground
patience; amazingly I will wait 'til hell freezes over, you gon' put me on your playlist At one time I had the underground in my hands I let you have
Yeah, I'm underground, underground like tunnel. ... with a marker when I'm I'll with a pill, Evil genius on the mix so let the story begin. But wait until