I'm the type to stand over you make you stay in before curfew
Look in your eyes and say I'll hurt you
That sense won't be in the mix
May just rebirth you
She gone squeal best believe she will, but I can't hurt you
Love my Choppa now, would you kill pass her off to brodie he may run you down
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Author:
Ja'Quan Shepard (
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