IATP lyrics
by OCTOBERSFULLMOON
[Verse 1]
Off of a pill in France, fifty with the advance
If I diss you, it ain't bants, f*ck a b*tch and take her pants
Type of sh*t 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 sh*t
Found me a bird, now she bitin' my di*k
Bitin' a b*tch, on my Dracula sh*t
She don't love me, but I'm hacking her sh*t
Sea, I cleaned all your bars like a vacuum, uh, b*tch
Uh, yeah, pulled up in a cadillac
Shoot that motherf*cker, make him handicapped
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