.4’s for 15, yea my niggas we be taxing a lot
Hi my name is bob and i work at my job
She walks a few blocks, and arrives at robs house
I'm chicken stripping off your lil blouse
And i know - there'll never be peace
College degree, scores on my s a t, shit, please,
Wreck these thangs, have em looking like halle berry's car
In a blender when i was playing with my barbie doll
Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been
Screw killing beats, enter house with a handgun
Kick back and know yo son set
Bought a new house, kitchen & bed!
Show ‘em how much they really mean
Seems like there s a killer on the scene
The shit is so bare, my diary isn't hid
I don't give a fuck what the 80's did
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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