They talk about the foreign cars, bitches, and the finest clothes,
In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes
Kevin durant you're an ant like my mother kin
Get the scoop on the cologne, belt, and shoe section
That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free
Steal his clothes and give a sermon to his sheep and spit some blasphemy
The money, cars, and clothes, the riches and dough,
People love hodgy i hate you though
Your bitch like to suck a nigga up until she choke
I tear off her clothes, and take a knife to her throat
Right out your clothes and still leave ya soaked
New canvas she need a new stroke
Mad, stealing clothes cause you broke, and you know that
Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack
I was disgusted at you,threw all your clothes out and burnt them to ashes
See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
You looking for tools to write and share lyrics online?
You're in luck! Get started using RapPad >