Everyday day at school people makes fun of her,
To the homestead suites to drink liquor
And the headrest had to have about eight thorns
People wonder at the numbers of hordes
Bad bitches in my office, call it bad business.
See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love
People wanna commonly call me a rappin prophecy/
And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely
And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus
Call me walter white, cause i break bad in business,
People wonder at the numbers of hordes
And three hours in the showers with the corpse
Reminding me of the bad times
This is how she want to live
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