All the kids say i’m a bad boy
Ain't like my job or guys i employ
I got a friend named chris rent
Thought we’d be together ’till the end
When i was just a boy
It ain’t no crime, i only catch the coy
And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel
But you must sell a tall tale of a dell and a florist named nel
Learned to hustle from a guy named mel
Cause i feed you well. every sneaker, hell
I got a friend named chris rent
Hold my tears i tried my best
You a bitch nigga shut your mouth boy
Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy
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