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Passion Two Wrongs Don T Make A Right

handle (Damn) Space ship don?t slip wit the flat screens Yellow diamonds same color as a taxi Watch the girls joc with my two door pass (Pass) And if you say something wrong

'm like, hey, where that Bacardi at? I'm a mix it with the Cris, baby, what's wrong with that? We in the V.I.P. twisted, down right spliffed Two way a [Incomprehensible] A

regime Wid the nines and beams the philly and green Wid a clik tight team and a nigga like me Ya couldn't go wrong wid we Eyes bloodshot red when I

sign regime Wid the nines and beams the philly and green Wid a clik tight team and a nigga like me Ya couldn't go wrong wid we Eyes bloodshot red when

ain't my game Rather pimp me a dame, or switch lanes in a Range Peep this it ain't a secret, them laws ain't right They like to catch a late night, living

'm like, hey, where that Bacardi at? I'm a mix it with the Cris, baby, what's wrong with that? We in the V.I.P. twisted, down right spliffed Two way a [Incomprehensible] A

head right, Nelly there every night Aiyyo, I smash mouth a whole ounce of that sticky Wash my hands under a gold spout, when feelin' icky Let go off in a hoe's mouth, I ain't

head right, Nelly there every night Aiyyo, I smash mouth a whole ounce of that sticky Wash my hands under a gold spout, when feelin' icky Let go off in a hoe's mouth, I ain't

and he can't get a job Call him trash, he supplies for the dopefiend's tweak But what you make in a year he might make in a week Cold cash money is the