Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job
.4’s for 15, yea my niggas we be taxing a lot
Lucky seven probably poppa
I made her my baby mama
I could once again call her my baby/
I'm in love with a woman who is crazy
No religion i was getting saved by the glock nine
Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.
I mean the game been dry
You gone take care of my
College degree, scores on my s a t, shit, please,
See, my bitch is imported - she came from overseas
On toys for my baby princess
To the 'r'. ruin niggas hopes of success
I've lost control all my sanity is gone
It’s weird shawty, your wares showing me dead wrong
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