You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate
And i still manage to take a study break,
Cause everybody know all of my niggas with me skipped school
I say okay, i stand up right away, because i do not break a rule
Saw you go out with my best friend and i kept it all a secret
That wet wet in my two seaterher nails done, her hair did
It's utterly bologna, so i'm muslim to these rappers
I want to fill up nightclubs with men and women boys and girls
Half your body laying on my chest
She hangs up, and calls a friend
Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream
I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen
And if you got it you gettin wet, nigga bet on that
Rappers i look up to they got records, i'mma break that shit
Forcing me to stumble and fall while i pick up my best friend and rip him from a dead crawl,
I'm about to re-killcock it in yo earresurrect and disappearbitch i'm bigger, you small
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