That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get
And if yo blood wasn't runnin through my veins i would prolly cut yall off ... too ! yep
The outline which you n****s out dated
Weed’s played out, they on that pill shit
Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!
I take em home, fuck her, get high and never call again
I swear to give you nothing less, nothing less
You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,
When there's only two spots and it's your birthday.
And i can't even look the other way
Okay, fucking with me nigga no way
You ain't even call me on my birthday
Its as beautiful as a birthday cake
At an extremly alarming rate
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