can't tell what you did with your last cash machine
got the virtue of a moonbeam
some hell, let it hit you like it's suncreen
can't tell what you did with your last detail
more bang than a blue light special
more cash than retail
more kush goin' on pre-sail
mo' pimp than snoop's coup-de-ville
mo tint than montel's big black truck
thinking like a g-unit quarter page, make wallflowers scatter like it's saturday night buckshot
won the lottery.com
mo' reflection than pc-cd roms
now how colorful starts with some hell
should i spare you some?
leave out a couple details?
or hit up g-unit, start collecting checks call it g-mail
cash tender suffering burns
can't start with some hell, 'spect not to get burned
keep finding rainbows in crematorium earns
dance floor hotter than a funeral pyre
looking for lashes like maybelline
the color in her eyes
no color combination like perfection
i'll take all of your lies
the question is baby you coming home tonight?
your kinda looks they perfection
your kinda moves they paralyze
your kinda lines they perfection
it's that limo outside..
Thursday, November 8, 2012
some hell, red light flashing
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