You gotta adapt though i'm never going back
Ughhhh, like sorry but homie dont play that
Who the fuck want it with,me yeah i didnt think so,i dont write with a pen
Get your revenue popping before you ever do talk on them
Dont play wit me before you get sprayed
At an extremly alarming rate
We get our chefin on, chefin on everyday
Feeling dilla, never killing with the gun play.
Dont play around with me, i aint no toy
She would drive the toys plus ride the boy
I ain't for that work, trying to see my daughter walk
Dont try find something in common with me cause there's not
Cause i'm ill bitch, they couldn’t make a pill for the rap
Ughhhh, like sorry but homie dont play that
Me and my friend play with your head as we kick it flying, we playing soccer
I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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