The Ides Of March by Starlito
First thing�s first, shut your bitch ass up
Anythang goes, shoot your bitch ass up
Bet you won�t get back up, and so your shit bag up
Call that shit bad luck, yeah
Driving race cars, smoking out the jar, fucking bad broads
Aaah, but what I�m gonna do tomorrow
I got my own nigga, yeah you can boss
Let my youngin a couple hunned
And I bet he shoot your car up
And send some money order to the pen and pay my lawyer
No matter how much money you get
You ain�t shit if you ain�t loyal
Got a bag and it�s purple, that�s why I�m crown royal
You got 4 hunned dollars and I got an ounce for you
You got 44 hunneds and I got a pound for you
Got a 44 may and I fire rounds for you
Fuck around and get found drown
I�m good on any side, bitch I live down town
Who�s bright idea was it to let me get some money
Her forehead on my belt, give me head till she belch
Nothing but permium, unledded in the tank
And when you seen me, I was headed to the bank
Whatchu thank, prolly smelling like dank
Tryina quit sippin drank, but a nigga just can�t
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