In my own class, bitch i got them cold raps
‘cuz they choose colors of bloods and crips in gangs,
Foreplay rewardin' her on her long day
Fuck your apologies and fuck what you say,
It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse
Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters
Slobs on floor, now da crips on the rise
I used to have a nine to five
Crank it up like you don't give a fuck fuck fuck
Had to d up like all in a titty cup
Hit and miss these fake crips
I only got four minutes
Crank it up like you don't give a fuck fuck fuck
I be deeping her up, said the d is a drug
I mean what fuck? what the actual fuck?
Trying to get away, but i think im stuck
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