when will i have barz

black mask, gloves, shoes, and shirt, money in the back above you buried in the dirt/

mock tested with no professer mac cocked on the dresser ready to put you in a stretcher/

girls doin trades, pearls and diamonds for hymens, rather than serinades, no complaints, she giving it out, if i filled her gas tank/

hey, i love skanks even more than juicy j and lloyd Banks/

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Myrtle beach is the place to be, homies eating booty just like a peach and drinking truffle butter like sweet tea/

i got blue dreams of mad weed, and a Maserati, max speed 250, like a kamikaze, no stopping, which means you cant stop me/