Their personal items destroyed
Ridin' in that black joint
Come on girl, close your eyes pretend that your home
If rap is an object it's something i own
She aint an object but neither is money and ill have that free based love
And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush
Fuck a personal foul, i'm just hurtin' 'em now
Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow
Of impactful things one can ask for
As im subject to torture
Get out the waykeisha now coming throughaye shawty what it dolet’s talk about me and you
Im here to get personal an slaughter you, maybe your daughter to, be scared of what ill do
Oh, i was raised by the stop sign
Back on subject this one time,
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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