40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',
And stay focused on the women and you get less done
But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess
And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,
Even if you were to be more upright than an arrow,
In the front row at a holy justin bieber show
Let cupid take aim, come and follow my lane
Begin to make me feel like a little kid again
Burberry, quite a hell
Broken beyond repair,
My knee was cut open, heart was broken.
The 7-pick up, yukon, the range is come
Leasin' a vehicle quick enough to see people that don't even exist yet
That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get
I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain
Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!
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