1800
She see money all around me,
Clak, Clak, Grand,
Feet match the paint what happened to the man,
Gangcert smiles in the white girl van,
He knows U cant control her omen, so he joins the band,An hour glass of the sun,
At the beach just in the fun,
Mad eyelashes sitting in front,
Flat tires beaming the jury’s blunt,
A southern catfish u cant hold,
The pre-order silence to take phones,
The hog pen captured me by incoming naps,
Still holding grudges cause D.C. on the map,
A good drank sharply charbroiled the fish,
She ran, she played, she curled the bent,
My top in the trunk; the mattress ATM,
My pop in the grunt cant even beat them,
Diamonds clear like Bombay,
Pull your trigger for another day,
U sked, unlike these times,
Back to the house, the country lines,
Its sad she on the train guilty she did,
Hoping for tomorrow sliding back at the GiG,
Marshall got away happy as can be,
Gunsmoke clears the air for the Southside Three,
Three pests in a mess a 6 pack problem,
Burning in the tales killing old dollar.
