Well go cry to your mom
She go say i bad like saddam
We rose up to bigger fame, glows from the tennis chain
Your telling me to stop because i am killing your brain
Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage
I dont have time for your shit why am i trying to battle with another bitch
Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best
But she sneaks out the window to meet with her boyfriend
Than it comes to my dick your bitch really wants more
If you try to give it to me at the door
So they just keep going, saying nigga in his face
God dont let them get to me while i sing your praise
You dumb it down dont expect me,to give your ass any sympathy,
And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely
Confided in my boyfriend and talked all day
I want to feel her in every way
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