That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit
Dreaming of being the best at this rap shit
Makes me a piece of white trash,
And when it come to the cash
Trying to get at me cuz they miss me, being their bitch in their shotgun seat
How come he's not in counseling? fucka's loud while he's sound asleep
But you can't trash a mess
Spending her time with him i guess
Ain’t nobody fuckin’ with my clique
Being wit you, life feels at its peak,
Udc where he met my mother
At the thought of being popular
You're in the presence of a player, i'd rather be ya nigga
There i was kneeling on the ground, felt like i was being drowned, and at the
I hate being in court, looking at the attorney
And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see
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