You lost it all, you'll pray to a bible
I remember times I have no idle
She looks for me, Becoming like why Though
No love for me, be out in that night Though
I'm trying to get it
I can't kick it
you leave me but tell why lie though
No answer, I guess I know why hoe
You won't with it Guess I'll fly though
Make money ain't got no rivals
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Author:
Ja'Quan Shepard (
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