And fuck the radio for tellin' me to snap jam
U still think why u dont have any fan
Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad
U think u can have another planet well good luck with that
One that you wouldn't think lied
But we having sex tonight
Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk
Ya.......an i roll so deep that ......maaaan u woud think that the car just sunk,
So anything do is everything to you
Ninety-nine percent of my life i was lied to
But if u sit and think
And you could find interest
Kod a couple fifties like a precinct
Til u start to use ur head to think,
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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