I really love u i tell people that im lucky
Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money
But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true
Kidnapped u from ur own house took u to stoners hill where i could of killed u
Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money
I keep to myself but i'll talk if u talk to me
My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money
Would u give me care if i came to u bloody?
Im white but id call u a nigga and love it/
Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate
I aint scared to merk u
I'll tell you baby that we're through
You would think that i had a match for a tooth
I love thee with a love i seemed to lose
How i think about you every day
And i guess now it's time for u to pay
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