And you are you too, but bitch i'm three
My parents keep telling me
When they have kids they haven't seen in years, impressing their peers
We parents are low-income, and i'm white, so no scholarships,
Did you choose to have parents?
And panned out, i'm all in love
Hopin' that my niggas see
Parents treat me like a baby
Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies
I say its a hard life growing up, with no trust with you're parents, hard life
Its your parents who caused it all
Alright, yeah, nigga, i was in the mall
Now momma told me be careful who you love
Grow the fuck up you immature parents
Kids giving their parents bad stress
Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress
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