If you see us on the floor, you'll be watchin' all night
Now you understand why i say god's a murderer right.
To say you beat me is to say you did alot
Try and pull me over, i will not stop
And try to get me to say what you think i did!
After party crib full of broads all naked
Stacey dash type, i'm cheatin' and they clueless
They say we did this to ourselves so why even fuss
Why did you give me attention, kissing intense with living intentions
I bed-rock bitchestyga iroc like camaro 87 engines
And i'mma keep ya fresh
Now..now.. why couldn't you just say yes...
You little niggas little league i'm the real thing
You have no talent, why did you even start rapping
But that's not your style that's why i say i hate you
Soon to smoke em by the yard till my lungs can't get through
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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