And if my mother answer, i'll ask her
I rock cool clothes and the dopest sweater,
It's disgusting and horrible to see his clothes
My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks
Bitches cars and clothes depicted to those who are famous
But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love
I don't care about the nice cars and shoes with the leather,
If u believe that, nigga you is dumb as ever
Cause i will run home and grab my shoes
Yeah, i got the flow that they know is the truth
I tear off her clothes, and take a knife to her throat
Any chick come around me, is never gon' leave me broke
You dead broke, yes folks, the jewels are like egg yolks
So should i call him a try hard for his style and clothes
Right out your clothes and still leave ya soaked
And be the last nigga left, then i'll be ghost
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