Just understand that I am here
Not to be played
Or to stay
I must have it my way
Or else
And that's just it
Why do you think you like
Looking at my picture
Looking at my face
It can't be the curly hair
Sitting like a duck
With the same sour ass taste
What makes you think
With you I'm going to wanna stay
Giving up that head to my
Third leg
Bitch you nasty
Far from classy
Trying to put one pass me
Ending up with your throat
sticky and sounding raspy
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