Mom and dad are on my dick bout everything i fucking do
I don’t want nothing to do with you, i’m through with you
No, no, we are not those
I gotta teach hoes
Are feet as we keep going,
Let my angel sing
Young money, d-town's all star
Just because of who we are,
You just working with the scraps you was given
We are bred by consumerism
Still got my nike boots
We are a bung of goons,
You need but now.. he ain't even takin care of you
I remember everything from the day we met too.
This one right here for polo
Are we living or dead bro
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