Thank you, Curtis of Two 9
I don't like to shoot, I don't start problems this is why
You run in to me all that shit stop, im the finish line
My knife shine, its sharper than my mind
My bitch is a dime inside outside,
I am sick and tired, niggaz lying every nigga signed
Every nigga rich, every time all his bitches fine,
I be in the zone like im time, never out of time
Sometimes out of line but I try to stay in the line
Only when I'm colorin
She told me bring my brothers in
She know me, I'm from Sullivan
It's Tony, who you f*ckin' with
My shorty is a white girl
She took me to Putshack
We never wear no condoms
Cause there's nothin' in my nutsack
Drinking druggin like a knife fight
I had to cut back
Think I'm bugging, what your life
Like
I know you love it
Find me in a dark room
Sharpenin' a harpoon
Closet full of suits
I be dressin' like a cartoon
Shorty, you fine
And shorty, you fine
They were almost two dimes
Like Curtis, two 9s
And I'm out
And I'm out
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Why you acting up, lil bitch you aint bad enough
Damn stop playing,
You aint bad enough lil bitch stop acting up
Stop playing
Stop playing
Stop playing
Stop playing stop playing stop playing
Now shake your butt
Stop playing