Spit that knowledge, and peace my girls,
If i sent my dad letters
And the truth hurts the birds i knew flip birds lets have a toast for the girls
Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts
Better yet they work my every nerve
Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers
From fine girls and cars to a brand new watch
Freshjive, yeah i get it no charge
Pretty girls/ practically swirls and curls
Penncounting pennys over tha years
That beautiful girls and parties are lame
I'm babe ruth in this game, beige coupe in the lane
Care to tell, i read your mind, she been on them dollars first
These dick sucking girls yea she is fucking twisted and twirled
My girls and my sbs, got a thing for pink boxes
Together all the timethought it was true love
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