If know whats good for ya babe
They fasting they won't leave me ate
Im shredding you rappers up im sorry your threw.
My home girl told me i got an issue
So sorry im on the road again the tour bus of sin
I'mma go to war with the devil 'til we're even
Im sorry to say that im her other
Young fly nigga, getting cash motherfucker
The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position
Im sorry for the repetition, im just tired of the tradition,
My shit hair-burning, you not even a lil’ tan
Like im tommy lee and she's that babe pam
But oh im sorry to say
Hit you from a block away
Feelin sorry for myself no self esteem
And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream
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