Should come with me to get your salad tossed
Fakes try to put me on de-frost, they be glossed,
You cross dress like oscar de hoya, your life's a cock fest
I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed
Cause i got a lot of hair on my booty but that's beside the point
Motor city's gritty, clowns like you get bent and then de-stroyed
Taking over the world while the money adds up
Blowing that money here, making money in europe
So pon de replay, rihanna quit talking.
She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing
"how money running this world?!"
But i murder him first
Nigga de fasion bitch im know for setting trends
Shitting on these niggas like i need depends
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