First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody
It was a bad idea to take that straitjacket off me
Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her
When you broke up with me we started getting bad whether
Don't blame me when you get bad luck.
Money i make em buck
And all women who had light features, see
Got sum real bad hoes that will fuck me for free
Style so bad can't jock me kid
Purple label 8 hundred
Battle me, luckily mary has maintained the change from bad to worse,
This ain’t for all and every people, don’t compare me to rappers
And bad bitches give me head and tell
Threw 70 bands, bet 50 stacks, oh fuckin well
At first i didnt know how bad this shit would bother me
A single mother with a problem child, daddy free
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