Bigots winning in our evil ridden justice system.
If you ain't talkin' dollars then i don't see where you comin' from
Gotta h town girl, codeine sipping
Now i'm finishing winning
Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing
Check the stats, my team winning
Kid, of a soccer mom, doesn't know why i'm called motherfucker
So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her
The bitch badder than any bitch that you name
We kicked it then i score, soccer game
I only got one rule, no kissing
That was the beginning, and im winning,
Paying bills, shopping, and obsessing over winning
I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king
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