steelo ice
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Little mama had the toes
I suppose I like to see them
Looked up polish your feet
That player I be him
I drink something cool and choose to ease my mind
Polo wine on a blasian dime tonight is fine
My mind is so damn better
Up in this weather, got my whole crib with the cash
My foreign sweater
Look better, on me, my nigga
So take notes like your ass was in class
Too bad you can't pass
The test that I stretch you with
As you compete, you thinking and hesitating
And waiting patiently, for me to fuck up
Homie I ain't a sucker, if you ain't staying to getting money Then shut the fuck up
Think and premeditate the whole asumption
Cause that will get you killed like wrong colors in compton
I can't trust a bitch for shit, they love dick
See they no different for niggas so bitch give me the clit
And quit, all of that bullshit
Talking bout you love me, so but you need to come
And just get this dick and keep countin up all this dough
She love my flow, and her pussy drip more
Her best friend tellin her she wanna feel my stroke
Provoke, fuck best friends, till the day ends
As I stick my dark mind, everytime to make em sin, again
Im not a hypocrite, no I ain't perfect
There is a higher power man, I used to be an atheist
Until god made me reminisce
That the faith is the key to self, I start forgettin it
I started quittin on my spirt voices in my head
While I'm smokin, I ain't trippin
Telling me, change your life my nigga
And stay focus
And don't trust a soul, cause niggas be on some hoe shit
Fake bitches come and go, you should know this
And haters only hate from jealousy, they don't know shit