She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her
Cause at the end neither have a fucking father,
Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her
An argument could be made for her mother and father,
It's been 3 yrs since you left me father
Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her
I been waiting to blow up for a long damn time
Serving haters shots i'm a bartender no morgan i'm
You just working with the scraps you was given
Two thousand one born a son of a gun
My father never talks to me
Lets come up to my city
And i ain't frontin for her
But look at my mother and father
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