Stop spittin on this mic please, spend it on your boyfriends dick
Push you into an old lady bagging plastic
Long nights of hearing about old boyfriends in her home
But i be like for real, just pick up that phone
Young ones dieing, now thats just sad to see
They say i talk like im god body
And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby
Young ones dieing, now thats just sad to see
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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