I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks
I was all caught up in that bullshit and was never conspicuous
Just read a magazine that fucked up my day
Board of administration, yeah we here to stay
And i make music for the fuck of it, no fame
Every fucked up thought that pops in my brain
My teenage years were fucked up,
In that pretty red dress, let's fuck
And my vision isn't set on the money i get
They used to think i was fucked up in the head
Me on the streets to pimp me/ how fucked up is that to imprint
Haters just hate but yet they don't know squat like a leg lift
Trolling, trolling, that's fucked up
Say what you wanna but
Pray for peace with the babies, they a beast in the summer
His girl? yeah i fucked her, bust a nut up in that cum dumpster
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