Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold
She got up, smarted at her mother and brother, felt the cold
I had the british shows talkin bout bring him back
I knew there was brother, some sisters and a mom ‘n’ dad
Shadee doesn’t matter, heart makes the lover
Lost ma mother and my brother
And if i was a fool i would believe fate,
I'd hate to see the seeds she created, and so we wait
Messing with me? what a fool
Y'all truancy, i'm high school
I didn't give a fuck about his mother, brother, or daughter,
Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her
And i ain't talking rap, man, i'm coming up this road
And i was constantly told to be in a kind of mode,
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