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
Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds
Quick to grab the fifth and just fire
I"m the designated driver
Hey y'all i''m sick like necrophiliacs in graveyards
Hit the green like running backs with no yards
At 16 years old,i`m bettter than these haters
Better yet they work my every nerve
I m not making u feel that u r my dear...
Like i wasn't going for like mix-tape of the year
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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