Are grieving and broken
I'm a son of gun
Broken beyond repair,
You fine as hell
Cupid, hurt 'n preserving his purpose.
Let's have a toast for this new love
Yeah bitch this date's done
Dropped side effect, wrecked, broken.
40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',
Rolling in more green than a hole in one
And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,
And wale been tellin' other rappers take a deep breath
You know your son a asshole, but i hope you got those stacks though
My dick was an arrow i fucked her so hard and she called me a wacko
And stick a arrow in the back of the bus thats how you finish a combo
Competition i ain't winning but admit it, i'm still in it though
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 >