These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference
This is how i'd evade parade when i was doing army drills,
The game was programmed by scribblers makes a whole team look bad
So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that
I didn't take my fucking ritalin, this is a hype track
Three men raped mom, beat dad, the kid saw it was bad
Gotta work - slight work
How i'm the one who was hired,
The collision was bad, she's panting and asking
Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing
A heart attack, son, cause a how bad that was."
Yeah, tell me about the love of ours
I thought b'town was bad well here's the truth
We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes
That proud feeling we get knowin' that pussy is ours
A heart attack, son, cause a how bad that was."
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