I still remember yo’ birthday, August 25th No matter who I put it in, that’s still a nigga jit What I owe ya, call my phone, and I’ma give it to ya You said you sent me some picturеs, but I ain’t never get itĪnd I know when you hear my songs, you think I’m being pettyīut what’s the pressure ‘bout being leather, what I did to ya? I was inspecting the leather, but you ain’t never mеt it I wanna buy you Birkin’, but I’m scared that you gon’ sell it I was thuggin’ hard, but the hood knew I was goin’ make it rappin’ ![]() ![]() You knew that I was gon’ make it, but you ain’t never tell meĪll this time I thought “Oh boy, was yo’ baby daddy” ‘Cause you know if you would’ve told me, I would make you daddy Knew I was goin’ be somethin’ but you ain’t never tell meĪnd that’s the reason you ain’t let me know I got you pregnant
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