Yo, once stole a row home
Little latasha sho' grown
Hoes pop from the corda to hope park
From the time that you stole my heart
Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed
Lifes he stole left young but feeling old
Carol city or was it the west
Harder than i did your girlfriend,
U stole my money bread and dough
Bad bitches never loved them though
I love a girl that think a lot, cause sex with me is mental
A darkness sprang like a slinky and the devil stole your potential/
Or just wanna talk i want to be the girlfriend of your dreams
As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets
Before he had a girlfriend what the fuck
Bitch-made since 6th grade, he need his rope cut
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