Okay, bad grades, good grades, it's 8th grade, lil boys out here tryna get laid, but all
Bottle of wrong-ful, reflection of this bitches head swinging on the wall,
It's weak-ful, i don't preach! i tap keys to each beat!
That’s why i strike first and the verse cuts deep
It's weak-ful, i don't preach! i tap keys to each beat!
We have so much in common, starting at the feet
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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