No more money, no more fame
Grown men in this game
// [you (don't hurt me no more)]
So tell me why are we at war
Nigga, look at my bitch, you looking the wrong way
Stop, hold on sensei no karate today,
- with no bait, kid your boy hold weight
I can tell you that this tape
// [you can hold all the cards]
Lord, you're so pretty, lying in my arms
No famous name vouch and i'm still the shit
Don't think i can hold a relationship
No ho, acquainted with the floor
You’re not wanted here no more
So me and my momma can be happy no more abortions
Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips
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