Money ain't a thing
My parents are freaking
Mama made her pretty
My parents keep telling me
Who trill as me, roll two of tree
Dodgy bitches hate me.
Take your time when you’re with me baby
Yeah fight with me,hate me,insult me,
And americanized/ tried to make me hate my father and live
Navigating through her eyes, destination to her thighs
Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow
People hate me, criticize, my name is just a gimmick now,
Dont you feel like picking me up and killing those parents!"
Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones
Bail hard but balling 50 on them pretty shoes
My asian immigrant parents had something to prove
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