Tears that our fore fathers cry
I´m so high, my shoes so fly
You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup
I was rolling down the pavement with the bass up,
It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see
Now i m gonna tell u a real story....
I'm a, p-i-m-p, like fiddy explained
But, shorty i'm far from a saint
Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser
Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her
And real bitches don't respect you
Scram i;m done with you piece of shit boo
All my friends, weed & cigarettes so i take a hit
Now i m getting bored and started to write this shit...
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