I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs
And don't give me that shit about how you do drugs,
Aint no fucking way the stop me now bitches,
The tables are turned i can't take this
You rap about selling weed and money schemes
They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets
Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts
My daddy drank and my momma did drugs;
If we thinking success is only measured by your money
Those bitches are on standby gasping fucking breathlessly,
Bitches these days have sex so much and end up with so many fucking kids
It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks
Probly from selling or doing drugs
But most times darling the sequel sucks
And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see
Except for selling tree but between you and me
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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