We popping bottles of the pink shit, take 'em to the dome. We ain't ever on that weak shit, all we blow is strong. Every day we party til early in the morn.
I won't change, I don't want to be like you. Why would I want to be like you?. The cutouts shout their insults as. I'm walking down the hall,. Turn around and tell them to.
How they let me go and get a beat from kane. I swear these 808s & snares make me go insane. Aye hold up baby girl I really wanna know your name. And let me be your superman & you be Lois Lane.