Before I die I'm gonna **** you, baby
Hopefully we don't have no babies
I don't even wanna go back home
Hopefully I don't leave you on your own
I just want him blessin' me
I don't want your bag, give your best to me
Shorty got the bread and the recipe
He already know it, why she testin' me?
I'm so fly, I rock Margiela
I won't die 'til I get better
Money and clout won't get me wetter
I need real love, I need hella