Fine women love losers, that treat 'em bad and cheap
Comes to fine out you was only there for a week
You finally got right? no longer a black sheep
You a contender for what drag queen of the week
Nightmare on any street
Three lunch boxes a week,
I bet you wouldn't grimace and know a minute ago,
And true i’ve seen better times cause i’m getting dough
Just this week , there's been a wreck,
Head first in that goddamn river, you're dead
Killed a cop and didn't get caught
I spit it like a loaded nine, pop
Light skinned hell of a body
Now it might sound cocky
And feel a shockwave through body,
No cadillac, no perms, you can't see
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