Walk that body, talk that body
Young ones dieing, now thats just sad to see
Though surrounded by an entourage, i feel like i'm alone
Long nights of hearing about old boyfriends in her home
That got your mother high
Niggas steady dieing in the shy
But when i come around her crib, i go in on this chick
Stop spittin on this mic please, spend it on your boyfriends dick
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