When we ride!it's the imperial serial killer
You can call me brutha cause i'm fuckin' with your sister
She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her
And later found out that was your sister
No disrespecting baby, just tryna make you smile
Your my sister and it hurts though i know takes a wile,
But radio ain't trying to follow suit
I'm a brute, your sister blow my flute,
Sorry i'm not sorry didn't know she was your sister
{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her
Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese
My sister, my sister, don't give up your body to impress them nobodies.
Now the first week sales can't hardly compete
Fucking ya own sister in her sleep
Since your sister got my number my phone can't stop ringing
When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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