Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus
Tryna remember all does times my girl and i made love
I love bad boys that's my fucking problem
Riding around with ms. reece and them
Bitch i found my path, still in school but im not good with math.
On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash
I'll push this fucking pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground
Then i sat on my disk, opened the inter-net, searched the site, guess what i found:
I found a solution to all my stress and problems/
Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks
I just found out my mom does more dope than i do (damn!)
College girl going wild, we gonna need a camera man
I found this song in my cd holder/
Just blink twice and i’m there where you are
I came home she found out, but she still suckin my dick!
Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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