This is a whole another story, this ain't' Bobby and Whitney
I got a whole lot' of money you could spend it with me
Smack the soul out a nigga, you think it's funny ain't ???
I'm not a role model, nigga I got killers with me
Holes in your body, but you could never be 50
And I got bruised, ones for loving a girl, confused thinking bitch ass niggas was too ???
Patty wagon bitches spin the block was only selling weed
I'd rather see that nigga in the box, before he tell on me
All the altercations with the opps, that never fell on me
And I was conversating with the ockys about investments baby
Did I stutter
All these M&Ms, got niggas actin' shady
I miss Butta
When they killed my friend, I felt like blastin' someone (Woo)
Shit was all good if you asked me
Till you started askin' about Tiffany and Ashley
I looked through your phone, I ain't gon lie you did me badly
You looked through my phone and what do you except to see I'm nasty
Don't ask me shit, don't hit me up about no bullshit
Especially when you interrupt me when I'm working
I picked you up and you said bring the car with the curtains
Girls that I deserted, I don't deserve them
Would you be with me when it all falls down
Look at the Richie baby, time will tell
If I get the best of you, then I have to, show you
The best of me
But can't you stop asking me questions
Even though, I want more
Because I'm good if you ask me, never did Tiffany and Ashley they just asked it
Baby, if I got it, you got it, and I got mad friends
It's okay to treat me like an Arcade, you can have fun
These rap niggas my sons and if they breathe I got grandsons
??? that she wanna know about me
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