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I got this on lock
I thought I told you this poetry is no joke. Got you hoes digging out your pockets until you go broke. Ponce is in this game for life and playing to win. A true pimp cause I came from pimping kin. And God must be a pimp cause I ain’t never heard of pimping ever being a sin. So by pimpin you hoes I know that I’ll never be eating dinner in the devils den. I know what your thinking here this nigga goes again; keep thinking that shit and all your body parts will end up in a separate bin. So fuck cloud nine cause I’m raisin this shit to ten and if I’m on the lacrosse field I’m passing it to Ben. And if I don’t have the ball I’ll be ready to pop, crack the bucket on your mop, and how you walk off the field is more like a hobble not a hop. I’m fucking your bitch and you can raise my son like a crop. Not even Bisel could battle me that’s why he had to stop. Just face it I got all you bitches and this rap game on permanent lock
Game and bitches on lock.
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