Some of you hate my style
you are the ones that make me wild
My thoughts and clothes represent me
You are the ones who need to leave
I have girls all around the globe
So many jock my wardrobe
Wether it be my shoes
I have had many sing the blues
I can rock two different ones the girls who get it are the ones I want to take home
The rest I would rather leave alone
If your ass can't climb a pole
You are the one stuck with your head in a hole
I like the ducks and I like the birds
You other donkeys make me absurd
To you fly bitches I jock your stitches
I have always gotten you wether it was rags or riches
You must look out for the scavengers cause those are the ones being passed
Now you wonder why I don't fuck your ass
I want a girl who might be a teacher
I don't want some money grubbing leacher
You are the ones who will get me sick
You are the ones who sucked way to much dick
I remember getting rounds in the car
You are the ones who sold out trying to be a star
Look where it got you and look what came
Now you wonder why I call you a lame
I want a Leo or at least a woman who can take charge
Cause one day I might not be living large
I want a fighter I want a scrapper
Hence those are the reasons I became a rapper
I was always good with lyrics
Yet none of my teachers wanted to hear it
So fuck you and your brain wash education
I would rather leave this country and fuck a Jamaican
In fact I love all those women that end in a an
Like the sexi mexi from texi a straight up shooter
Not the kind you leave in your house and become a looter
I would rather fuck you in your pooter
I will push a shit ton of you far away
Wondering what did I say
I want the ones who been around me for years
I want the ones who have seen the tears
Cause when the going get tough I don't want my chick hoeing thats too much
I love all the fussing and fighting
With out that it wouldn't be exciting
I don't want to read a book I know the ending
Cause that's what gets me to stop spending
Wether it be time or money
Look at me do I look like a dummy???
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