Let me tell the lost tell about Jacques
Let me tell you how I turned Scott
How I went down on the block
Where to fall around ten o'clock
And how we came up gettin' all the knots, dodgin' cops, yeah
'Fore a nigga had the locks
'Fore a nigga had the chain, 'fore I had the box
Always kept my city on me like it was a swatch
Every time we in the party, took it up a notch
Now I'm thinkin' 'bout this new girl, and she doin' pop (Ohhh)
Wanna know my dick longer than a Pringle box
(Don't pray for love)
Tired of seein' these black kids on the face of FOX (Ohhh)
And **** CNN, they don't wanna see us win (Said I-)
Mama don't you worry no no more, worry no no more
I'mma take you from the first to the ninety floor
You always told me what I'm playin', that **** gotta grow
And anything I detonate, that **** gotta blow
Pray for love
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