got a girl from

im going in i got a bitch from new york she dont come up short that ass so fat i stare when she walk the money that i get you cant count if you running your mouth she'll pop out she got that pistol on her waist get shot down im a alien its going down she so wet wetter than a stream i run with my team me and my bitch she so fine i give her a 20 she more than a dime i just hit this other bitch she know nothing about it let me stop telling my business im silent i keep my bitch smiling i keep my bitch fresh try to take my bitch its life or death imma blood repping my set all these hoes want me i do what i do i love her perfume you know what we doing now we headed to the room