Woof, bitch, top doglay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack
I would hate for you to be stranded at the laundry mat, i got your back
I got a laptop in my back pocket
Lifestyles of the kid who never had shit
Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black
Im not jay-z but i guess i got my swagger back
Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good
I got a laptop in my back pocket
Nigga ain't nothing sweet like a kool aid pack
Now i got to go but i will be back,
But i got a little sidetracked, don't worry now i'm back
To getting rich off a dream, i throw it the bag
No cadillac, no perms, you can't see
I got to be your baby
I kiss you on the forehead, baby just listen
You spit like you got scabies on the back of your tongue.
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