Fire in the hand, supplier of the man
Still strong like coffee at the five a.m.
Loves whatever you make it
Bet i'm heavy with that
Giving in to the pressure started stealing from mall shops
I'm too explosive for your ears like i'm throwing bombs
And panned out, i'm all in love
That my tigress loves his highness
Family day, goodwill, section 8, medicaid, and thrift shops,
She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars
With a coffee and we end it like
Whether you wrong or you right
Shit you so bad know your daddy wish he could still spank you
Corner shops or restaurants, these were the only stuff they could do
Like a women who loves to chase
Just know that i'm always
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