Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit
I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket
When she goes to walk out, god will let her
Cane been warmed up and sent to the corner
And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,
Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess
It ain't where i been
God will stay as my passion
Where i from, it get cold
S queezys very bold
As god as my witness, this will smith spit real shit
Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that
That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get
I bet this brother be a better oneif i upset you don't stress never forget
See i let my nigga split that
The outline which you n****s out dated
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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