Wait, a level 3 has you salty?
Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free
Because she has looks to die for,
Not one j got a pair or more
You was to young a 18 year old
All this paper i fold
And copy what's hot until that goes cold
What kind of life is this for a fourteen year old
Paper's with kush by the bush that has a major stench
Yo, you little niggas better check my french
You're the reason i can stand tall, me and my girlfriend
She couldn't really cook but that woman tried her best
And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see
She said it was my fault that he caressed my 9 year old body/
She looks like she getting aggravated because i keep threatening
If you ain't wearing no color, can't nobody say nothing
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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