The story of this little girl's world ends with a storm, now it's bedtime
Aiyyo i argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall, winter time
Long as she come to me first
I stand on top of the world
I keep on puffing till my chest hurts ill keep on chatting up these girls
Probably fuck up your budget, yea, i’m playing with numbers
But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love
First world problems written through the spittin verse hurled till it blossoms
I ponder on how ill change the world
Back like i never ever left in the first
Hola man u need your ass shave just keep on masturbate till u are abate
If she don't fake, i work that pussy out, like it was outta shape
I keep traction till my faction off the slum strip.
You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that
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