Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that
A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred
Well that's not her fucking name, but i think this shit is clever
Take his favorite injector and stuff it in his bitch protector
Like a genetic mutation messing up your period,
Straight up fuck all y’all nigga's talking about that nigga changed shit
Gallop down to sheriffs office,
Rub the wood and ima show em love
Suave of a persona of a street hustler combining with theory's weaving of
And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love
Office chair big just like a throne
Now all i am is alone
That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit
I'm in another time zone or even a different period
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
You looking for tools to write and share lyrics online?
You're in luck! Get started using RapPad >