Текст песни

I used to dream about a pinky polar,
Twenty-two's up on that bitch I want it sitting proper.
I want to mention for my baby mama,
Now they want me 'cause I'm getting guala.
I can't whip, lil' bitch, I'm tatted out my fucking collar.
She wanna fuck me 'cause I rap, I ain't no fucking scholar.
You got nothing on me, bitch, I'm Goda.
Popping, I grew up without my father.
Now she calling me a fucking father.
That's your girl, she on my dick, I do not see the problem.
It ain't shit that you could do to bother.
I'm a junkie and my bitch a model.

Рекомендации