It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse
These rebels are my brothers
Take her back to where i live
That's when i met my wife
My ex-hoes keep ballin out,
Baby heading down a cloud
Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes
And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows
His life too risky for a baby or a wife
Kill em all, fuck em all. hip-hop really is alive
Never give in to sin, unorthodox for my brothers,
And there ain't been no buster, prepared for you suckers
The bittersweet of life, of life
You can be my crazy wife
And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows
Took me a while just to write those
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