So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed
That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get
Ay yo you wonder who i are
Bad, just like an 80's car
The dead society of a poet
Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit
Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!
I’ve seen this young’un on the train, i had to pick his brain
All this paper i fold
S queezys very bold
Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress
If only i could go back into the 80’s
Thanks to you, d p s drowns!
My garage full of cars that bounce
Bring your pen and your weed stash
Big tits and a big ass
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 >