hear me at all Oh when I spent my life Trying to make someone mine Now all I want is a voice at the end of the line I lost my luck in a unlucky bet
business Chorus 2X Verse Three: Fiend I could end the world with one line but I chose to make these hoes suffer Fill the voice with no muffler, I's a
down Not a pussy that good, not a titty that round For anything to work, yall trust is a must And I learned, gotta let a Mutt be with a Mutt So I dead
might be nice, but I'm a whole lot better dog You spit like a 22, I spit like a Baretta dog I got a M-16, and don't work for Mrs. Thing But when it bust