Second song ,second time sayin i ain got time to hate
And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade
The bummer is the fact that i'm black
Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back
Momma was getting a new raise.
See money talk and these days
Ain t happenin!!! you bitches faker then 8 mannequins
It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks
Champagne, foreign names in my pool
Messing with me? what a fool
You say you ain fake or plastic? ha that's sarcastic, fool youre fake as graphics
Ya can't stand it when someone talks shit about ya marijuana hits.
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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