Sometimes i think, what i need
And kill yourself and your clique
As she goes through the levels
Blood and cuts, ifs and buts
See, mel made a couple milli sellin’ jesus passion
Perhaps i'm a writer like him, but ben with no kim or kin
And don't ever (and don't ever)
I gotta bounce, i don’t call her
Shit with our whole family
Living young and wild and free
Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably
And a fridge and some broccoli
Dress pimping-like and toast like less when
His a very hard rival you little ben
But ben i don't don't think you realize what's at stake
Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
You looking for tools to write and share lyrics online?
You're in luck! Get started using RapPad >