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Thank you Ro, that is so sweet
Yeah, I'm runnin' track and field
I tend to like it when the bitches like me
I'm runnin' straight toward a crowd appeal
I'm in a maze and everyone's around me, crowded field
I lost my heart, wounded soldier, forgot how to feel
Dear bitch, I hope you die, I'm done writing love letters
P.S. this is Cole Myer, wrote that in the subheader
I don't care at all, be better off if I never met her
The cops around me, I'm deaf and blind like I'm Helen Keller
I'm Genghis Khan, I want my population to be half the world
Only time I'm reproducing sex is with pretty girls
I tend to give them stimulation, then they throw up and hurl
I don't want her apple bottom jeans, I want diamonds and pearls
I need a redbone, she said she love me, hugs and kisses, hit me XO
She told me go and do the dishes, I said hell no
I ain't wasting any time on a pissy hoe, yes
Justin Timberlake, cry me a river
I'm swimming in the pussy and I tend to make it quiver
I'm drunk driving, I just got into a, ah fuck
Rapping while I'm driving, I just got into a fender
I'm bout M's and B's, you all about A, B, C's
You couldn't even count your money up, don't play with me
You counting one, two, three, I'm making loans at PCP
They text me, pulling up, you text 'em when you wanna meet
Fuck how you walk and you talk, bitch I hate you all
Pull this shit from anywhere, yeah I came to ball
Fuck a million dollar taxes, I'ma pay it off
Try and break in my crib, it's like the Great Wall
He ain't got no fucking job, he got laid off
It ain't how you talkin' it's the vibes you gave off
Taylor Swift for the whites, I'ma shake it off
I'm a mix of RMC Mike and Takeoff
Shady Grady feeling like I'm Slim Shady Eminem
Break my heart, little bitch, not again
Drunk driving, 10 beers, ah
Drunk driving, 10 beers, I was caught again
Damn, look down at the table, I'm drinking Seagram's
I need to pick up a beer and be a real man
Damn, your coochie smells like sea crabs but maybe I'll rail that shit when I pick up three grams
Me and Cole like shake and bake, Talladega nights
Less than 24 miles, we at new heights
Fuck 12, pull me over, you can read my rights
Bitch, I bump the line, then I go and ski on ice
Cold like Minnesota, catching that shit like Jay Jetta
Something up with that guy, I think he got a gay fetish
Why the fuck did Obama have to create gay marriage?
Finna shoot my veins like Sam Sulek, yeah I love steroids
Yeah, I'm runnin' track and field
I tend to like it when the bitches like me
I'm runnin' straight toward a crowd appeal
I'm in a maze and everyone's around me, crowded field
I lost my heart, wounded soldier, forgot how to feel
Dear bitch, I hope you die, I'm done writing love letters
P.S. this is Cole Myer, wrote that in the subheader
I don't care at all, be better off if I never met her
The cops around me, I'm deaf and blind like I'm Helen Keller
I'm Genghis Khan, I want my population to be half the world
Only time I'm reproducing sex is with pretty girls
I tend to give them stimulation, then they throw up and hurl
I don't want her apple bottom jeans, I want diamonds and pearls
I need a redbone, she said she love me, hugs and kisses, hit me XO
She told me go and do the dishes, I said hell no
I ain't wasting any time on a pissy hoe, yes
Justin Timberlake, cry me a river
I'm swimming in the pussy and I tend to make it quiver
I'm drunk driving, I just got into a, ah fuck
Rapping while I'm driving, I just got into a fender
I'm bout M's and B's, you all about A, B, C's
You couldn't even count your money up, don't play with me
You counting one, two, three, I'm making loans at PCP
They text me, pulling up, you text 'em when you wanna meet
Fuck how you walk and you talk, bitch I hate you all
Pull this shit from anywhere, yeah I came to ball
Fuck a million dollar taxes, I'ma pay it off
Try and break in my crib, it's like the Great Wall
He ain't got no fucking job, he got laid off
It ain't how you talkin' it's the vibes you gave off
Taylor Swift for the whites, I'ma shake it off
I'm a mix of RMC Mike and Takeoff
Shady Grady feeling like I'm Slim Shady Eminem
Break my heart, little bitch, not again
Drunk driving, 10 beers, ah
Drunk driving, 10 beers, I was caught again
Damn, look down at the table, I'm drinking Seagram's
I need to pick up a beer and be a real man
Damn, your coochie smells like sea crabs but maybe I'll rail that shit when I pick up three grams
Me and Cole like shake and bake, Talladega nights
Less than 24 miles, we at new heights
Fuck 12, pull me over, you can read my rights
Bitch, I bump the line, then I go and ski on ice
Cold like Minnesota, catching that shit like Jay Jetta
Something up with that guy, I think he got a gay fetish
Why the fuck did Obama have to create gay marriage?
Finna shoot my veins like Sam Sulek, yeah I love steroids