But, shorty i'm far from a saint
I'm a, p-i-m-p, like fiddy explained
Without her making attempts to garner all of my attention
I`m a mania tic weapon, running away from this oppression
Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king
I don't know exactly what i'm doing,
Cos my momma told me dat i m the best!
The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast
You see the way i move, i am in another gear
I m not making u feel that u r my dear...
I"m ah gut you and the bitch that's with ya
To liberate yourself, africa
She's on my line like i'm fishing i got that
Now i m getting bored and started to write this shit...
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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