Ross’ Lyrics
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Credit: HHMW
Peter Piper picking peppers, Rick pitch poems
My leather long enough to keep a thick bitch warm
When that a** is enormous, abs abnormal
And tans in the morning on sands in California
Seems like we getting money for the wrong things
Look around, Maseratis for the whole team
Look at Haiti, children dying round the clock, ni**a
I sent a hundred grand, but that’s a decent watch, ni**a
I’m getting better, cause it woulda leased a drop, ni**a
I’mma get my money right, just watch, ni**a
She had a miscarriage, I couldn’t cry, though
Cause you and I know she was only my side ho
Uh, I got ’em catching amnesia
Time to pull my fucking minks out the freezer
See the lynx and you just think, “Jesus!”
I’m hot ’til the day they freeze us
Young and radical, methods are mathematical
I’m multiplyin’ my money through different avenues
Took many to war, shook never before
For my mother I applaud Ms. Afeni Shakur
Ice insured, f**k life insurance
Three bad bi***es, don’t come concurrent
Still, you know the dope won’t stop
And if I die today bury me in a dope-a** watch
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