Uh, for worse or for better
And don't ever (and don't ever)
Shit, if i was old enough to speak
And stop playing hide and seek,
Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold
Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,
And their mothers and fathers
So you finally got the nerve
Took something rough and turn it to a diamond
Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,
And get it again and again
Riding around with ms. reece and them
Smoke until i ain't got no lungs
Blood and cuts, ifs and buts
But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers
Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,
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