To being a being and beating the back roads and being it
Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute
And i got mad love to give
Get money then bitches
You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches
The people that voted you are bitches your friends with.
My dick, stupid bitches
But you hate them navel kisses
I call all my bitches
It’s official, she my misses
Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree
Lucky, that obama got relected so people could stop being hun-gry.
Until we learn to pray, keep our families in shake
I'm here to wake up the people it seems you brains being baked
To being a being and beating the back roads and being #it
It's hard to live out atlanta with out makin' this a habit
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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