Rims keep on spinnin'
and I keep on spittin'
No one never gonna get me down
This is my voice, to your sound.
Hear what I'm sayin'?
These aint just games we playin'!
Girl, can't you see I'm not trying to impress,
You'd be lucky to be this blessed.
Bat your pretty eyes at all the rest,
but not at me, because all that I see,
is a hoe on her knees in front of me.
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