Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love
Those callous eyes that tell stories of malice.
Dreams to be on top, never knew things would change
Nigga, you pull over, fuck a rover range
But now i'm destined for loneliness because jodi, she was that one.
Every woman that know us think uzoma my cousin
Is that the pitter patter of the rain - i don't know
The hot-box vehicle like breathing out the window
Through all that rain, i kept my flame
It's been nothing but pain
Even with stories that teach men not to freak with these senoritas with sleeves of sequins
About to have another baby, like a rose from the concretegrowing within, blessed with twins
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