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Far Quick

I am not to blame (I was just a little girl). I am still ashamed in a way. But you never said you were just a little girl; you can always call my name

running scared from a clown I'm terrified of what you do My stomach screams just when I look at you Run far away so I can breathe Even though you're far

, it's Bad Boy, baby Neptune's and we won't stop 'Cause we can't stop Yeah, let me tell you something Sometimes I rhyme slow, sometimes I rhyme quick

drop six Bitch in your block looked at my watch and she got sick Look at her now, all up in the cockpit Rolling my windows up to get a kid top quick

The summer's good for tulips though pansies disagree They find the heat most distasteful and humidity Far too grim to stand up tall and bargain with the

them streets and hustle hard in the rain Take your come up and reinvest to the game "You gotta make the money first" You need a lot to go far What you

! That?s right I?m happy baby Lets celebrate Hook: Stand up now Hands up now Look at me baby I dun came up now We dun came too far to give up now Pop

nothing to hold See the flash catch a white lily laugh and wilt But if you must smash a glass first fill it to the hilt Plants, as far as I know are

ll keep it moving and tryna get out, Somehow. Black girl.... Raised by a mama who, who, Hates her baby father so, so She dont have a problem with, with, Saying fuck a nigga Quick, quick