in the fourth grade I had a crush on Tia Smith sixth grade and this crush is turned to Beatrice but they don't like me because I'm too nice and I'm kinda fat and not the dope type
But I grew out of that And it's a miracle not every girl sees me as marrying material It's a buyers market I'm Alicia's target And every other girl who wanna let me steam their carpet
I love these hipster girls and they feel the same now they don't have to choose when someone asks them Drake or Wayne and niggas waiting on me we didn't have a voice we used to have to act street but now you've got a choice
my momma's brownie mix i keep the goodies moist of every girl i'm tappin this wasn't supposed to happen hard to keep my thoughts straight on every date especially when my penis talking SWAT team, cover me i'm going in.
I do not talk. I am just a rapper.
Yes, i got i'm meeting other girls but you don't wanna hear that for fear that i fuck a lot. and you don't wanna get attached cause you'll like me i fucked a girl named Keira Knightly Nah, I made it up Cause it sounded dope I don't give a fuck.
Ride me, Giddy up.
They can hear us in the hall, arsenio. naw girl i don't wanna shoot a video i do it all day don't you watch me on the tv show? i'm gonna get mines any means necessary got red bull pulsing through my pulmonary least i feel like it
met her at a club now we're making out and i ain't spend a dub i'm gonna try to live it up like top floor and my girls like get so i bought more
all girls 18 and over love this light speed Casanova house pimped out will young sonoma sleep on me that is a coma
yeah nigga, you see what i'm getting at i'm getting at her i'm hitting that her kitty cat purred how weird is that? i'm digging that
a nigga not trying to say i don't make mistakes i'm trying to fix all the hearts i break but every time that we talk in my apartment we're gonna kiss a little and then we start shit
you're heartless! don't call again! don't email! we can't be friends! i swear that this is the end! then i call her next week and we do it again.
my girls, my girls, my girls. my girls. my girls, my girls, my girls, my girls.
I don't mean to seem like I care about material things, like a social status. I just want four walls and adobe slabs for my girls. Ow!
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