Well go cry to your mom
She go say i bad like saddam
We was high school peers, in junior high
And then i break down and cry
All you niggas die
Scenes make a grown man cry
Yeah, since i was a knee high
As the so called weak weep and cry
I got to be your baby
And you are you too, but bitch i'm three
Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats
Baby mama a weed head baby barely eats
Who trill as me, roll two of tree
And i know love me baby
Oooohh... you've got a sin, baby
And teachers thought i was dumb or crazy
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