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Ma, I can hear your sound when you sing
I aint no clown or fin, Ima down for team
No trouble, no mean, just come for a drink, Ma
I grind for that cream, just looking for queen
Smoking pounds of that green, I got thousand of a dream
I know what you think, I might sounds like him
Holding crown like a king, just think
We can mix chocolate and a cream like that collar on your skin
Or we can fall apart like them flowers in the spring
Or we hit the mall and spending dollars for them jeans
but baby I just trying a taste that honey in your jean
And I aint tryin a be a mean, just telling you my pen
Maybe we can sin like Adam and an Eve
and if we never get together then its gotta be sum sweet
so we gotta be a sweet, just hallo at me peeps
yea Jay and D word, army and G
and you can bet for ya dollar when you see me
Im on the streets