Girl ya 15, it's past ya bedtime and u aint finished ya homework
Ill keep u awake, give u lines so pure they make ya dome hurt
U got a nigga lubin u up for so cheap u like a jetta pit stop
Saw u whistlin at the corner sayin "Pay whatever ya niggas got"
And we know u wont get caught, cuz even bitch cops
Dont give a fuck about a ho whose cherry'll never get popped
U ugly bitch, I saw ya pics, u aint even close to funny
And when i put my spliff out on ya lips u still aint spoken bluntly
Comin at me, simple minded like a moth next to the light
Heatin up a battle's easy as jiffy pop, why u cant get the recipe right?
And u try to diss, but youll only burn me if u gave me VD
But then id be doing a sentence for statutory five to fifteen
U the artist formerly known as "Kid go paint by numbers", im Sistene on wax
I remember some dude said u was tight I said "Which wet dream was that?

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