(0:53)
"Birds turn their heads as she approches//
Stare from the bushes at her black face coaches//"
his bytch shytting on them hoes got the black coach bags and everything damn
(1:02)
"in the farm she passes no one wakes//
but her junk in the bedroom gently shakes//"
lady in dem streets but a freak in the bed
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