Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag
For the life i had to live/ have a dad , but he was black/
And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see
And since you are the baddest chick i guess i am the navy
And if the chick in my way and hate then the hoe get killed
Its all gun bustin, its such a lack of the subject
I hate to rhyme a word twice, my soul was his for the taking,
Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king
That was just the beginning it's not over
Bitch i'm bout a chick, i went and crashed the rover
I would hate for you to be stranded at the laundry mat, i got your back
A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq
I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her
I hate your whole demeanor, here to end you for good like i'm the grim reaper.
I guess i can steal your chick
If his bitch insist on getting sick
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