To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money
Hayden: dont touch me! the fact that i didnt kill you already means your lucky
Chorus: you didnt have to leave hip hop
I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop
And all that deep shit i was previously down for
You bitches didnt see me coming shoulda marked your calender
The hot-box vehicle like breathing out the window
Its coz my raps are breezin cold, that you didnt know
Take this dick while i'm swallow moscato got her freaky, hey
You didnt notice me looking so i kept walking out of the doorway
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