Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody
Now don't get me wrong, there's nothing wrong with the technology,
Whats this gotta do with me?
Headband endo, ya'll ain't ready
African girls with bodacious you know what’s,
But somethin' was always missin' like six digits
With ya chest held up high, you believed u did no wrong
I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb
And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her
And if you fuck with me wrong you'll be screwed like the driver
On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets
Here, put in laimens terms, it's what you do with whats in you jeans.
What's wrong with society,and you wonder why kids on medicine for anxiety
That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see
Look, i tried to call it quits
With out no if where why or whats.
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