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If this the things I get for putting you bitches on is it my fault that all you bitches are gone you should've said a thank you no you little hoe now I'm going to wrap your coffin with a bowl
He said I'm good enough, go play my dada dada, think about shit that I shoulda know So I told him it's one of me, he making fun of me His girl is a pun of me, that that boy is a cap, saying he home but I know where he at Like, but he blowing her back, think about me cause you know I ask that damn And if it weren't a band, Colleen just won't let you send me your pen. Thank you much.
Cause your boyfriend's a bitch, he ain't shit, he can suck on my dick, I ain't wit all that shit Why he do you like this when you're home all alone? I'm out looking around with them hoes Something like that.
Twinkle little star how I wander what you are a blah blah blah but all right like a diamond in the sky twinkle twinkle little star how I wander what you are