I got it. Gentleman E. ⁸⁸King Eternity Everlasting InfinityPure Heart Entertainment💲

I got it. I got it.³ I'm bout it. - I dought it. You want money, cars, cribs, true religion? You want love, kiss and hugs, liquor, drugs, war? I'm bout it, bout it. I'm clutching on this 50 stick. Lock jaw like a pit. Run up on me you'll get hit. I'm going to dump until it click. Wet you and your whole click. I'm too legit to quit. My tool it got the switch. Burner with the cooler kit. I'll catch you at that intersection, its interseption. It's a pick. You ain't no real nigga. You loud capping, talking to them people. You a snitch. I'm still hustling trapping with the bricks. I got them Js all around me itching for a fix. Thick sexy red bone we can shoot a flick. Every time I come around she clutching on my dick. Mistake and backslide, Im back in the mix. Can't make that hoe your housewife, she chasing tricks. If this music buis don't work, Im back to hitting licks. She a peanut butter Recess cup, I'm hitting her with the Twix. We was thugging way back in the gap. At grandma house eating Flapjacks and Grits. Whole yard full of bicycle frams and pits. 12 hit the corner, we gone hit the fence. I'm trying to post bail, they want my mugshot and fingerprints.