Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free
Figuratively, not literally
He say, she say, oh my god
Who'd you think i am not?
As i light one for ill will
Not coincidental
I can teach you all the sounds of love
Do not rap if you do not practice
Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips
Can i tell you that im not living, not making right decisions.
She sit up at her desk on perez all day
Nah, not for real. that's not what i meant to say
But not now. not ever again.
I got 800 invisible men
You wasted my rhyming replying back to me without a comeback
A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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