Mama made her pretty
Living young and wild and free
And get it again and again
When they here today what you say to them
And like to boast and brag
Try to jack and i will attack
I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed
Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,
Penncounting pennys over tha years
And their mothers and fathers
My sim card's the bomb
And once i'm dead and gone
This is love, nothing else close
Riddles and jokes and scary crows
More money that mean less sleep
And stop playing hide and seek,
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