That tre five seven stay tuck
I know you're mad, but so what
He gave me some excuse like he's dancing on the ceiling
Put that on everything these other bitches anything
Cafe, momma, let me thrown on the rubber
Its been five years and here comes another
So the ones eye has freak don't run
Yo....you know i'm five seven/
That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape
911 and osama, i fight with love instead of hate,
When i'm on it, on it like my job
Dancing for the bars while you out getting shot
Bars change a nigga life
Girl back up and give a high five
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