Got tired of running from the police
But meanwhile my 16's screaming like "peeps please"
If it's my #birthday. fuck a #whore in the worst way
Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play
My words play like i'm a father at a birthday meet.
My ex bitch bitter now cause everything sweet
Got the perfect plan to help me get her
Put those fake nigger s to do my labor
Harder than i did your girlfriend,
I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest
At my homegirls birthday party, little did i know later
Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her
College degree, scores on my s a t, shit, please,
She looks better than beyonce, alicia keys
Scratch my back all of that it get s me crazed
Look, just remember how that winning taste
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