Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser
I know we grew apart, you probably don't remember
After all the weed....now i m feeling very high...
How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly
New dough for the new year and i sumo on a rap peer
I m not making u feel that u r my dear...
Cause i’m going out with a fist raised
I'm a, p-i-m-p, like fiddy explained
Scram i;m done with you piece of shit boo
Hey mr. coach, i don't like you
Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse
At 16 years old,i`m bettter than these haters
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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