So if he die, and came back, would he try to save rap
Yeah, i told cornish women come at the drop of a hat
But if i can't batter the women
Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun
I beach chair, with my malibu vision
I wonder why we take from our women
I hate all yall, i hate law and hate the great lakes
Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes
And i refuse to camoflauge with other guys
A women with two black eyes, i told you everything twice
She so hysterical, she say my life ain't regular cause
Women , i call my mother/ the one who resented me because
I guess you're the reason women earn 75 cents to the dollar!
Though, everybody's on me like the milli beat partner
They're asking me to eliminate some of the women hate
And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
You looking for tools to write and share lyrics online?
You're in luck! Get started using RapPad >