I treat bitches straight up, like simon says
If only i could go back into the 80’s
Whole lotta money, big tip i would
Keep your doors locked and your windows secured,
I know the world been waiting for that
The outline which you n****s out dated
They at the same spot they making no progress
Hows it feel to be you? yo no sé
Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, i'm not gay, faggot
Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit
Can't win with a passive attack
Or 90's, who cares, they're both bad.
Yeah, uh, where's the love for the sixteen writers
Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,
Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress
And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,
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