Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring
Sit him on the floor, and if he get to bitching,
And how he gave him ass play, all day, every day
104, that mlk, know i gotta be landover out the way
Double mg pays me, fuck with me, you crazy
I would go rampage jackson on him, he went on me
She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears
But one day he thought this world would be better without his existence.
He's love with me, he wrote my name on his arm and
And for the time being lets me in love with the moment
And you ain't gotta go to war
And he kicked her tooth on the floor
Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her
He cried and beg for help, but no one would answer.
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