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Ain't nothing worse than a brotha
Who always bling blingin'
Flossin', rollin' like he got it like that
Always up in your face telling you what he got
What he can bring to the table
And then it's like this nigga's Cinderella
'Cause he always dropping yo' ass off at midnight
And you can't seem to understand
Why at midnight is he always dropping yo' ass off?
'Cause let the truth be told
He ain't bling blingin' or sling slingin'
He ain't doin' shit
That five hundred Benz he drivi'n' that's his momma's
And that goddamn jewelry he wearin' all that shit is rented
And at 12:01, they'll come and lock his bitch ass up
Now ain't that some shit?
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