No money no talk,no energy no walk
Cocktails, fuckin' toss one in your apartment dog
Gray coupe, whip in momma's name
No more money, no more fame
// [oh no i won't back down, oh no]
My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow
No place no career no place to even steer
Light dudes had the girls looking there all year
// [oh no i won't back down, oh no]
I see'em grillin, i ate it though
My tv stays on cartoon network, fuck that twilight shit
No nits to pick, no words unfit, no hairs to split
I say "stay", she wanna leave
With no guns and no shields
Live from the lamont's rose
No, no, we are not those
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