Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin
What a desperation, you have no authorization.
This is why her nigga mad
You have no rap in that pad
Creations of garbage meaning you have no vocation,
And i be feeling like hova when y'all was sleeping on him
You will be out of cum before the christmas, mate
We gon' rep the city of folarin straight, that bait
You could not afford a hoe mate, how would you support a soul mate
That'd be the day his label treat him like a signal fade
Girl would give anything to have her soul mate
I'd hate to see the seeds she created, and so we wait
And you certainly have no chemistry,
Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money
Well they're wrong, have a look around, mate it's technology!
And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see
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