Look, just remember how that winning taste
I'm a, p-i-m-p, like fiddy explained
I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds
And she throws up whatever she eats
Girl, what you grabbing cash for
I"m the designated driver
I m gonna fuck u hard and fast like i m in a race
Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days
Now i m getting bored and started to write this shit...
Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet
So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love
I m stuck with my laptop in this shitty office...
T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts
Hey y'all i''m sick like necrophiliacs in graveyards
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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