And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows
Every night i stroke hoes
My mum showed me that's it no other crap.
The third one is mixed, white and black
Seven, what's religion nigga? i am legend
He's love with me, he wrote my name on his arm and
I'm eating real good, no soup for you
Switch on your bluetooth let me send my love through,
When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest
So i sit back and roll up the next, while im blazed my ex hit me up with a text,
And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows
And these shape-shifting hoes
Get the zippo and spark the shit
My god's won, death's been cheated
Usually it's the prophets, ask a cat what really matters
I'm at meetings shaking hands and adding commas to my net worth
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