You're just mad that i'm like expensive toilet paper
Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her
Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks
Then the most expensive thing i owned was my xbox
If we ain't right and always at the throats
Went down the aisles, snatchin all the clothes
You dead broke, yes folks, the jewels are like egg yolks
She's shivering in the cold, 'cause she's outside with no clothes
Looking for sum hoes with no clothes
Funny, right? ha-ha, this shit's jokes
They talk about the foreign cars, bitches, and the finest clothes,
In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes
That they probably be in the closet of old folks
Route 66 & plus, i'm only stopping to change clothes
Heat for foes, shoppin sprees with my fleet for clothes
With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes
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 >