Niggas buy ringers can't pay their bill though
Growing up i had your posters o
My arsenal, makes for an awesome show
He was entrapped by a storm eya-eya o
All my other people that dance around
I drop o after o of the loud,
And she gives them a blow
He cried like a baby eya-eya o
Your phone's cocked, but i've blocked your calls to triple o
And all this snow, i call it infant sorrow
Benny is about to reach the twenty eya-eya o
When people wore pajamas and lived life slow
I don’t care where ya are
Mother, o my mother!
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