Up on her. i was doing my thing i was getting this
Have some adultery, baby, don't you go be so childish
I'm feeling like the realest little nigga in this business
Up on her. i was doing my thing i was getting this
I know that cars and gold bars can bring in bitches and dough,
This is more about nothing, i'm the fucking show
Info like this getting out is one thing you can't be affordin',
Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win
And i listen to thought
This crap is just soft as dough, dog
Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that
And i guess since this is my first rap im getting nervous so thats a wrap
Yeah got to the club early just to get in free
So much dough i supply the bakery
Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that
I can't rap to this beat anymore, it's getting me to gag bad,
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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