Fuck fame, fuck money
And all the fruits agree
And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy
She says you're free of disease these knees won't agree, see-
Agree, only want to thieve and carry pieces,
Lookin' out, retarded kids screamin' out fuck slob, jesus
That's why i'm makin' money
So, i think we could both agree,
Bitches ain't around one thou
Then we agree you feel me now
If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see
Don't let them free, beat them till they wee' 'n' agree,
That you might not agree with, see it like this, troop,
Yeah my niggas stay with a little attitude
Not big never will be/ they say respect your elders and i agree/
That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free
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