Woah there, woah there
Yeah i like that long hair,
Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there
I'm sick enough to steal your cat, tear out all his hair
My coach ain't care, so i ain't care
Look what i got here, color black is my hair
Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair
She's got me love stoned from everywhere
Momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair
Tell me where my soldiers at? put yo' pistols in the air
Live from the lamont's rose
Lame hair that i gotta oppose.
Striving, working nine to five with no health care
I'm sick enough to steal your cat, tear out all his hair,
Like lindsay lohan's vagina hair
Right, now you say you don't care
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