That damier bag i bought her
But when i call i get no answer,
I'm the answer like four
The art of war
Hopin for an answer
Poke out from behind her
Raised by a momma who, who
Ma answer is simply fuck u,
Millions of questions inside my head but i found no answer,
While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for
They bringing me fish and chips
I never answer questions
Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her
Hope he survives it i'm waiting for the answer
And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her
Hate the party scene but hardly means church is the answer
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