we got bars

raised these bars we got em set so high temperatures set to burn bad guys . chicks get fully fila and a new flounder get crab stuffed from this ruffneck good guy wearing chucks .with my Taylored. stuff legs quaked and shaked curly turned straight frys and shake done my way. eat in or go out on date take. mine stay scraped like plates from. a foreign state gold blue new Yorkshire my empire mind state property by freeways blazed in blue fire ain't no stopping my empire scratch head and spit fire stay strapped like bulldykes on Aves and streets turn right back on my bozak street meat in and out on beat repeat .big squirts from my big work.eyes on prize. jack. never been hurt and jerked ..just released the crack on dope mules back. even my dope be cracking and smacking.panties popped asses on seat lay way back a whole lot parked in lots with ho's who get pimped a lot. by icebergs who smoke gangsta lots .and flow be on danger from sparks from fangers real nigga bangers.. new planes flat lays looking dead and high plains. tumble weeds rolling by like eyes as we say good .byes.. the death of one guy is so so fly got Jermaine and jigga screaming lord BEE money on that thang. every lane bang on no change no gongs or clangs. pangs