Baby, you know who you are
Mother, o my mother
Blare recorders with static scraps but don't blame the orders when the matic taps.
Witness me strapped with macs, knew i wouldn't play thatall you old rappers trying to advance
Get you high, keep it on the low
He cried like a baby eya-eya o
That damier bag i bought her
Mother, o my mother!
Said her hearts, in a cage
Life wont matter or change
Plus he is always holding a teddy eya-eya o
That's why she in the club like fuck it, though
They say no fighting in da club so i broght my matic
I'm fucking asthmatic, my records problematic
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