Hoes gossip while the real niggas on the grind
He goes to school with the same thing on is mind
Your pep is dead my bomb spread so step to this
Quick to socializing with the baddest bitches
That's word to my mom
My mom, it was the bomb,
Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck
With grenades your flow is old school my flow is up to date, like a slut.
I get money then i’m gone that’s a hard pill to swallow
Your botch is bomb yo, thats why i'm living in her condo
Gorgeous, the funky four horsemen and one more
School is a bore to never go again is what i ask for
Dream of the fame or a ring on her finger
That bomb blew up cause my hand is a clicker."
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