I wouldnt be fit to Youre full of shit too, Guerrera, that waist that HIT YOU!
Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum. Any dispute song won't hesitate to produce handguns. Yet everybody just feels like they can relate, I guess words are a mothafucka they can be great, or they can degrade, or even worse they can teach hate. To havin' a fortune, no more kissin' ass.