Your boy like: "i'm the one who showed you," he want his percentage
Lexus with me for the night pick up hoes with my bitch
With the eyes glazed over, "boy, you ain't schroeder!
You is not hip then i can not coach her
You know im the shit boy you better hold ya nose.
And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes
Uhhhh pay attention to each line boy...its like i stabbed u in the eye...do you
And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true
Ain't like my job or guys i employ
No toys for you little boy
It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due
Boy, boy,ho, ho, what the fuck you gon' do when the world is done fuckin with you
She went over to the boy and asked him are you okay
What you calla lifetime, i just call a long day
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