I just left the New United States, embassy. Somewhere in Georgia, it's 109 rooms. I saw 30 bitches and 30 rooms and I was on the wrong side of the house Anytime me and Scott Storch get together you
Tatted tears for my whoadies doin' bids in they 40s. The height a nigga go to for a penthouse with garages. Keep my hand on the hammer, feds on the scanner. Bun B in my blood, Pimp C as I chatter.