Dad and mom are getting a divorce
I let you know you dealing with dogs
Come on girl, close your eyes pretend that your home
Everyday calling my mom on her cellular phone.
I got your mom yellin,"why you hit it and quit it,"
Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute
With my red p hat, nigga you know we back
True story, there was a 12 year boy, a mom a dad
It's sad to see it, but dad you cheated
We never tattle, let god handle that
My mom and dad don't love me, never got along
So i’m warning , don’t you love me for too long
I'm on my grown man b.i you see why
You know me, cool breeze, a nigga high
I knew there was brother, some sisters and a mom ‘n’ dad
Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back
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