Put my number in your phone
In my house i'm all alone
Remember when i used to eat sardines for dinner
It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her
Drinking liquor and i'm looking for some hoes to fuck
To livin in a house with food my stomach
I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for
I used to eat more than my actual hunger
High heel wearer, hell of a body
It used to get to me, to the old me
Used to bump the old school shit, you know the classics,
Go and get it motherfucker, if you murder kids
Grow it in my red house
From the projects to the penthouse
The old boys' club in an all-boys school
But she forgot about the golden rule
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