Maybe its this vicodin that strung me out like a violin thats why i'm white
You headin' to his car for some sexi pass by, can't hold back tears inside
With out doubt i wont back out
Or know what its about
Get yours; you know what this about
The coldest bout to show out
These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference
I've strung a string to stream beneath the seams of scenes an things
I must go like fly route
Grow your beard out, just weird out
Ho's, got a list, but i gotta pick
Pacing the floor like a strung out meth addict
Baby heading down a cloud
But even if we bow out
My ex-hoes keep ballin out,
Never lookin for a handout
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