ANOTHER 3STARS MWA⭐⭐⭐ Ima take my as to bed.....
Blast his - I don't even ask when it come to cash, they catch him Blast his - Jam get out that jam, I give him fifty, ain't gotta ask again He was catchin' murders, way back then, that's when them MACs was in I don't drink that red or that green, bring back the Act' again F- her then she told that she hate me, now she back again And you still alive, you better be lucky, ain't no traffickin' Hate they - so much, we dig 'em up and tell 'em, "Die again" I can hit the club all by myself long as the strap is in Nigs told me, all the rappers psy, I ain't no rapper then They told 'em what type of car was in, I had to go get it wrapped again
