Get your revenue popping before you ever do talk on them
Why are you mad? i brag to my friends about you 24 seven,
See i wouldn’t wish success on my worst foe
The other was you being a stocky hoe,
Mad, just like max, you must be glad you had a patch/
Swear this closet full of heat, bitch i never need a match
That's the window into the sky
Hand in your ass you ask why?
And you don't qualify because you are a hoe.
Know you haters is pissed hold your bladder though
You could not afford a hoe mate, how would you support a soul mate
Must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state
Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead
You fool deserve a bravo followed by stamp hoe on your forehead
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