Will he handle the trip, or will he slip so sadly
It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see
And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights
Sadly to shine for me to come up with these lines
It's my feelings and sadly i can't scrap that,
From the passion, ya hands reaching for the sheets to grab
That try to chase these skirts
I dont care how many words,
Killin em softly with words
The birds i knew flip birds
Shout out bobby on hundreds
Listen to the fucking words
My garage full of cars that bounce
Never chose the bad life , no bad crowds
Convertibles with turbo jets
Cuz im a bad girl, bad girl (x2)
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