Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free
And you know i love you baby
Then i'd brag about you being my baby
And the discography, somethin' you got to see
Why you allowed my wife to leave me and come up to you.
Miss couldn't get them jimmy choos cause tuition is due
I lied baby i need you
Don't fuck around and make it true
Every time i see you at the club you gettin’ low baby
And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree
Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free
Betraying you baby is killing me
You got baby mama drama, you aint even got you a baby
Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy
And teachers thought i was dumb or crazy
I don't know why don't you ask him baby
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