I guess you're gonna come online and oppose, i suppose
And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth
And even your friends at school.
Gotta lotta stuff, fool
But now i'm in high school
Then you look like a fucking fool
My friends were off at school
Strapped up, know i keep that tool
The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes
I guess you're gonna come online and oppose, i suppose
Online this is for the public to stop your punk shit
I probably would wear 'em but my dick don't fit
Pad on the heel that's a passion of mine
Like people meeting people online,
Ok i hear you talkin
Middle school was finally done
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