Woof, bitch, top doglay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack
Don't play the beat, you might start singing boyfriend instead of my track,
My shit thigh like my bootstraps
Living out of bags
My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure
Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her
Her boyfriend joey emerges from the christmas tree he’s finished recording.
And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing
But it wasnt worth it cause now im gettin stared down by guys who wanna fuck my buns,
When she brings home a new boyfriend her brother will be asking so many questions,
She took one more cut to the throat to end it all but then her boyfriend
Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent
I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt
My rhymes propellers, words my instrument
My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/
And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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