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Next Sex Money Drugs

in this life until I die Lord, stop me from being crucified as soon as I (Where I belong) It's in a place where women don?t trade money for sex So cops

going But why bring a motherfucker to jail if it's not gonna stand up in court? Because this drug ain't that drug You know level 3, level 4 drug, shit

No evidence at your residence, that's me Black, ugly, mean, sheisty bastard Preachers and teachers sayin', "I'm surprised you lasted" Guns, drugs, bitches hot sex Weed, crack, heroin, what's next

space He needed more money He needed more friends He needed more music He needed more food He needed more drugs He needed more color He needed more sex

Of Pretty Bitches (Ther Dey Go There Dey Go) We Dem Niggas Wit Dem 6's (There Dey Go There Dey Go) Countin All That Freaky Money See This Freaky Money See This Weaky Money

My homeboy Dogg is chilling in a Benz In front of his building witht the rest of his friends I give him a pound no I mean I shake his hand He's the neighborhood drug

] Her American Express card says Gothika With some black lipstick on certain occasions Take first place in a pageant like Jean Benet Be found in the basement dead the next

shake a nigga up Bounce him off the sound You know what I'm sayin'? The God ca-diver, in the streets of Iris We talk about sex, money and drugs Ruled

pistol And wrap your arms around a nigga Everytime I kiss you Can you visualize the picture? Me and you in extasy Don't be upset, it's good sex When you next