So grab ya friends and let's take ya back to my house
We all need to grow up, don’t matter east, west, north, south
Ends in a fuck to cover up the muck we stew up,
You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup
And i shall commence that i'm the truth, joe
//here we go, make history, yo
She used to make good money, and we were middle class,
So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass
We fight then we have make up sex
But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps
And we try to keep up
A twenty somethin cup
Board of administration, yeah we here to stay.
White mans world that i'm livin' in, some say
So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are
No particular reason just tryna make sure we don't have to blast the heater
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