Shout out bobby on hundreds
Stories we were told as kids
And speak to suburban kids
She likes the way it hits her lips
Since napster the sales been crashin' and
Poor little baby sister, she don't understand
Is what i would say because i was poor
Ain't no doubt about it, hey girl, baby you cool
For beating another misinformed poor stoner
Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her
Me and him was homies, maybe we still cool
Who won't refer twilight, knows it's shitty, poor
I'm winning cause ricky made my mistakes known
He threw a punch at a poor kids dome
I wanna feed my babys kids
They gettin chips, they flippin bricks
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