Girl lemme get them ooh aahs then i gotta catch my plane
Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!
When he told martin luther king junior
Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for
With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less
You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,
Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote
With a dick so small still barely visible under a microscope,
They tried to take it, and say that i'm too small
Under ya nose a rose grew with no sun at all
It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple
We don't believe you, you need more people
My english teacher wanted to flunk me in junior high
Keep your eyes open, i can only say i'll try
And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,
But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess
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