I think one is an orphan. and one had an abortion
Mr. i-don't-give-a-fuck-about-you what they callin' him
What up girl, tell me how you been
Its an imagination
I deserve a medal, lap 'em on every track
And for miami i get an applause and an extra clap
And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin
I wanna release an album and have an elite celebration,
Just an alert of an amber
Poke out from behind her
An immoral immortal
I lose my mind for divine oral
‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few
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