Playing like friends it, when you know you want a lover
Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her
F a m e, i learnt that in 2nd grade,
You can't learn if mistakes ain't made
Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her
// [billie jean is not my lover]
Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her
On the mic i fight till death i'm a sick fighter
I'm a musical street fighter
I said i'm hurting her
Stay down ass clowns, you must've, thought i was such a lover
When i'm digging in her pussy, i'm never using a rubber
And i feared that my fans say i failed
I'm a, p-i-m-p, like fiddy explained
And i got the heart of a fighter,
And the food could have been finer
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