ya

its dont seem make sence so i make dollars stack from the back she like it raw i like it thick when dew hips wanble all gas full thodle my baby mama sick of my shit but my slaps hit hard i been on the yard with killas n cutthroats its murder she wrote so i speak music notes as the blood drips twist cali green untill my eyes bleed on her knees froggy style im a crocodile creeping no sleep till i hit the 99 north hillbilly with torch lit i spit it mariposa raised real rida leave u lost in a hase puple days let me count the ways 9 lives out my grave on a great wave feel no type of way from yhe bay to outa space