See 'n agree me on b. b. c or m. t. v.
I'm in love with a woman who is crazy
"could of cost your life b"
Summertime in the city
B-b-back to the #future making bread out of #toast,
Fearin what it show you, reality is gold
Ain’t seen ya since the 12th grade, even back then
Look b**** don't speak on my kid again,
My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money
So much gold, they might as well call me midas b
And losin all his money
U about to get murdered b
I’m a hustla, baby
I don't need no props b/
Last time i check, that was the biggest racist party
But you just listen to whats supposed to be "cool" b.
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