The nightstand taught me i need a guidance
I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks
When my competition ain't much
I need a 17 bra manage
I need a remedy to heal the wounds
Plus how he gon’ tell me, he don't make the rules
Think i need a new purse
Hundred k in twenty-two hours
Go wee-wee in the potie, wipe your ass and flush it
And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket
Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat
I dont need to be a black boy to bust this rhyme or the need
She wanna be grown
I need a ring, like a phone
I had the british shows talkin bout bring him back
And now all i remember from being lil a wee lad
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