you right all i want to hear dallor dallor bill counting up my mills started from the thrill. i no i no baby im the real deal labels calling em fr sun up to sun gone. but all i want to hear is dallor dallor bill dont hallor at me if its not about the bread ally people really all about the bill shut up and show us mill from the bottom to the hills. come up was grammy looking like the real Beverly hill. baby we the deal boy shot the ground out came our sound. now lay down we dont play now ill hit the grave and slave away for all this fades away. that right baby counting sound like my money adding you to some more fun buck if i go broke thats a bad joke and ill leave everyone sad yo pockets on flip no shit we still slimy i no baby i shine see but ill cut lose and get out of line before yall gets mine. slave away two time with a new life five new wifes, like a Mormon got em swarming lady Adore me. then I go Dora and explore her swear she blow hard fucking no it all sucked me off but it took to long. oh man with my back pack and the map aye. showed up like swiper as i was about to piper her.