Whaddup hoops, tell them it was for the money
You're the john mccain to his robert e. lee/
You see now that nigga lonely
Bruce lee kicking tidal waves at sea
Bruce lee kicking tidal waves at sea
Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free
Walk wit a waddle, like daffy duck
You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup
I told her this here's overrated but i love your city baby
Mentally he's less than me, and i'm guessing sweet as sara lee
Like im tommy lee and she's that babe pam
It's all too black for me to blame it on the man
I stay making bread, i married sarah lee
Knowing you can no longer party
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