F a m e, i learnt that in 2nd grade,
A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed
I couldnt give a fuck, if anybody thinks i cant live it up
Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club
We're young and we don't give a fuck
Call it cliche when i fuck you up
Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur
I"m the designated driver
Pop a molly and fuck shit up bitch we going up
I want diamonds too, ronnie on player's club
And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see
Now i m gonna tell u a real story....
Didn't want to fuck up, shit every time that i talked to her was such a trip
I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket
Who feel 9 to 5, seeing me again
21 years of age, being strapped with a m-4
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