Maybe things get better, but i've got hell to pay.
Like michael jackson, how you do me this way
So if you didn't how i fuck ya bitch well your screwded tough luck ya bitch
I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge
Now we livin’ much better, nigga, pay whatever
So i told her i got something you've been waiting for
"what the fuck? this is fucking sick, bitch, fuck you,"
My home girl told me i got an issue
Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts
Bitch i'll fuck you for some target practice
That's right i'm right bitch you better call yo self a friend/
One parent above, the other live scared
I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes
It's either him or me, bitch you better fuckin choose
Hey, must be the money
4 79, boy better pay me
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