We made it. We made it. . The devil, the haters, the bloggers, the papers, the labels, they labeled me. But they can't relate to our struggle, my nigga, we came up from slavery.
We made it. We made it. . The devil, the haters, the bloggers, the papers, the labels, they labeled me. But they can't relate to our struggle, my nigga, we came up from slavery.
You look pretty today, baby, what you smiling at this time?. You got a nigga hooked like salmon on the fish line. Smell like baby powder, strawberries, and cream.