In school i never said a word to her, i had a small vocabulary back than always tongue tied,
See her crying by the caskets when her parents got killedlittle girl don't cry, cuz even though they died
I make music for a reason, didn't vote obama
Pimpin' this shit up, hittin' ho's, yet respect for my momma.
Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat
Like who said they’ll always have my back, let no one talk smack,
Speak with conviction or we shouldn't listen
Tell my momma i’m a shaman rhymin'
Shows to do, got record to sell
Momma said i am a hell
Lucky seven probably poppa
Left her to fuck your momma
You know me, cool breeze, a nigga high
Happiness has always said goodbye
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
You looking for tools to write and share lyrics online?
You're in luck! Get started using RapPad >