Letra

Black cards I brought heart don't mean No black top My head soft too Are those white cop Can't beat black rop Cuz I'm rap raw Trap raw, mac raw Anything I do was fraud Got a chick and get massage She speaks France ooh la la Her friends met me at the mall She was working like a job I mean, she was the masterpiece The way I'm brag now I'm taking off her bra She thinks I'm a good boy Ain't know I'm a hood boy Still thinks I'm a good choise Want some other rude boy Your man's a dull boy Tell him stay in school boy Tell him gay as too boy Fucking with a good boy It's stupid, duh I'm the bad guy I like it when you take control
Writer(s): Urbano Mederos Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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