Me and my goons ride like Ian Duncan
Now days I get Asian chiqs like Agha Khan
She is a gold digger so I just call her Goldie
Like a teacher I give your girl that D
If am a player call me Gigs
She will dress to impress so as to get free drinks in gigs that
she attends
If my niggaz are around and you bring your girl around she
will get played like instruments
She dissed me that I had a forehead
I looked her in the face and told her you have a five head
If looks kill I put you on your death bed
Like supa loaf me and my crew are about the bread
I don’t do come backs,
I meet her at the club and she was like I want you to make
me cum baks
Red bandana on my face like the Late E-Sir
She wants to look like Rihanna but she is still Lisa
And that is the irony,
If you be all up in my biz you should be ready to purchase
You are my check mate like we playing chess
This beat is dead so I let my girl Grace, say the grace
If you claim you are the shit then am the diarrhea
I only trust in God and in no man do I fear.
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