Got racks, ain’t talking tits
I wanna feed my babys kids
Nestled in my brain, life's a game but i'm not playing
You know that love is a very serious thing
Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round
Cause i ain't playing around
Who dat, who dat? i got them saying
Y you bitches think that im still playing,
Playing russian roulette with ya life,
Keep me a bitch with some sexy thighs
I got these tats all on my arms
Four more tarts playing harps
Cause everytime you come around
Laying it down playing ma sound
Look, i tried to call it quits
And speak to suburban kids
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