Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her
One verse, one hearse, kill him off like the grim reaper/
Ybm and emp it's like we brothers
They cant take the shit in each verse
It was just the four of us uptown corners
That i did it or put it in this verse
This ones for the lovers
End your career in a verse
The winner in the end is the one you feed.
Translation cause my life is too sweet
The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position
And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin
The winner in the end is the one you feed.
Hot whips somethin cold on my feet
But girl you got me open
Verse 3(i prefer this one):
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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