OCTOBERSFULLMOON
IATP
[Verse 1]
Off of a pill in France, fifty with the advance
If I diss you, it ain't bants, fuck a bitch and take her pants
Type of shit to make you dance, triple K, they screamin' chants
I love my life, ain't takin' chances, you love your wife, I call you Chance
I just walked outta the Ritz, I'm on my Suge Knight shit
Found me a bird, now she bitin' my dick
Bitin' a bitch, on my Dracula shit
She don't love me, but I'm hacking her shit
Sea, I cleaned all your bars like a vacuum, uh, bitch
Uh, yeah, pulled up in a cadillac
Shoot that motherfucker, make him handicapped

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