That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get
Give 'em guns, step back, watch em kill each other"it's time to fight back", that's what huey said
Little gay looking boy
Hold up, hold up, hold up, we bear the croix
Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress
You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,
Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun
40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',
Those faggots won the gay off
Speed up, patience, please cause
There's nothing he can do, he let it get away
Eighth grade i got a message on facebook from a gay,
And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,
But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess
You think im gay gay, what the hey hey
She say she fucking with me the long way
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