One two three, what could it be
Bitch, i might make you my baby
Body bad as hell, her vagina is heaven
Two thousand one born a son of a gun
One two three to late now your gone busted nose
Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes
I ain't worried bout shitbitch i'm the shit
It's only one round, two or three i don't need it
And no matter what they do, there will never be another you
When trippin' high on acid, this is my relapse part two,
One two three four five six seven eight nine
You mean to tell me everything gon be fine
I bet this one has two husbands
Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus
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