I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money
Im just worried that you'll forget about me
Mommas worried shit is too stressful
Ha, running rebel on another level
I'm a gentlemen women tell me my wisdom is different
This guy ain't nothing, i list it, bout to send you home cryin and
Your raps don"t even rhyme!
Baby you so fine
Worldwide, but i got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades
Nowadays i reminisce on when all i worried bout was grades/
Roley, rolex, relaxsay she just gave me head, leaned over in the front seat
Because everyday we worried 'bout our parents gettin' buried,
Ain wrestling it rugged like chippins on the ground
Wrap around 'til they hit the ground and they hear a sound
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