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(What we gon' do when it all comes back to us"}

[Rhymefest]
Look, times is hard, life is hard
I lost my job, baby oh my God
My wife is nauseous, she
for them on Christmas Eve
They hung young Cain from the Adam trees
And danced uh oh
While you were sleeping I tossed and I turned too
I closed my
my jewelry is so bright
That the chain light up the club, call it a strobe light
Love to hate me but hate to love me
Face it dummy, I'm makin' money
when I'm in a wife-beater
Dropping loads off
It look like Saks hit the dry clеaners
She started sucking dick for no rеason
She a mind reader
Pop full
Omo omo omo to Shan
Omo omo omo to Shan
Omo omo omo to Shan

Ozedikus wannem
Omo omo omo to shan
Omo Omo to shan
Badboy timz in the building oh
Young
I've done I'm a bad boy
I'm young and I'm in charge boy
I'm getting money in large gon
And I want you to move baby dance for me

Oya dance for me baby oh
on the road
Shit pretty lit
I just got hiit
By a podiac aztec
The Lawyers on the call
But i think he got sual
Run for my life
Cause i murdered my wife
She took
paradise
We some young black kings but we not the type to stereotype
Black on black visions
Y'all on black on black crimes
Money power women
Got y'all niggas
Bishop on my right and LRN baby is too my left
Me and Young Shod got each other's back so watch how you come all my members step
We came out the trenches
money (Yeah)
Fuck a spliff, I be sipping on muddy (Yeah)
In the lab nigga fuck all that clubbin' (Yeah)
Poach your bitch put my dick in her tummy
You know
me down for bills now
BITCH where my money?
I seen you ridin' in a Benz homie
Oh and yo' wife got them new titties don't she?
Oh and fuck the house
You
might lie but I'm a player by nature
Work a ho quick for the paper
So haters feel the vapors, yeah take a hit from the bomb
(Chronic) I brought a whole
him

They choosin', it's gruesome
How these young boys like to coop 'em
Cuff 'em
I take 'em on a date and don't touch 'em
You love 'em
Girls come around
gotta get my money right
I'm here one day flyin' out the next night
you-P-S flight I'm only tryna live the best life
I rip rhyms who funess right hopin
cats
They kicked in my doo' shot my wife in the back
And you think them mothafuckers woulda left it at that
They beat me in my head until I said where

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