Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money
Its over now, but dont worry about me
Dont judge me ...its my feelings
Got racks, ain’t talking tits
You be get up on this fly shit baby
Dont forget notorious b.i.g so god help me
Dont try to judge me dude
Pockets probably like fried food
It's obvious i'm crazy
You dont know about me
Uh, that shit you talk don't move me nada
Let me dress you up as a school girl and rape ya,
I'm on i-80 though with my baby
I dont know how you feel about me
With your flashlight, tell me what do you see
You dont see what you do to me
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