In her defense she a part of the crowd
Ya .ima breath fresh air watch em cough it out,
Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free
Yeah, ima keep it realer than a documentary
For the one night stand
Ima switch it up real fast
I said this darkness, ima wield it wit time
Paid homage to the struggle that's before mine
Yes we bout it bout it/
Man fuck this shit
As deep as dawson's creek and shit
Yes we bout it bout it/
Hundred thousand dollars and that’s on champagne
Ima dry em out then i'mma make it rain.
This is for my niggas gettin' high on the regular
Ice tea and skittles, ima share it like my last supper
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