rap
fuck conversation i’m throwin him a lever
leavin the crib with a dear john letter
i’m takin what i need nigga fuck all ya cheddah
fuck all ya jewelry and fuck all ya cars
you ballin while i’m wishin on stars
won’t have me wildin while you puffin on dro’s
have me in the crib all panties and bras
while you in the benzo messin wit broads
have ya’ll face in another bitch twat
go ahead playa boy that’s how you get shot i’ma get yo ass
and i ain’t even like that silly nigga
but i’m hurt and i’m filled up with liquor
ponderin on if you really feel her
only a man could make a girl a killer
and wit a nine like this my nigga don’t sleep
i’ma creep up on your behind my nigga
repeat x
i’m about to bizounce
i can’t take this shit no more
picture frame broken daddy
cuz i can’t trust you
i’m ridin high now
so nigga fuck you
drivin in yo benzo
shinned up lorenzo
ashtray filled wit indo
toss it out the window
bein fast as the ash blow
leavin a nigga fuck ya cash flow
i got my own account
and it holds a nice amount
i’ma come back for my clothes
and come back for my roles
you can keep them other hoes
nigga that’s how the game goes
and if ya didn’t know
better ask somebody baby
shoulda treated me like your lady
nigga i gotta bizounce
fuck the conversation
i’m throwin you a letter
keep them platinum credit cards
keep all of your cheddar
that shit don’t mean nuttin to me no nuttin to me no nuttin to me
cuz i’m tired of you stressin me tired of you stressin me
the scent of perfume on ya clothes in ya clothes
messin wit them silly hoes silly hoes
got me feelin miserable i’m miserable
peddlin up wit hen and coke it’s on
sleepin wit the enemy bitch
boy you don’t wanna fuck wit me don’t wanna fuck wit me
4
i ain’t never comin back no more
i know you heard that shit before
i don’t never wanna see your face
faded bitches do i make my case
shoulda known what ya missed at home
now you roll along wit no one to bone
you ain’t never gonna eat poon poon
not from me no no
4x
Artist: Olivia
Year: 2001
Decade: 00s
Language: en
Word Count: 239