Oh Father
Oh Baby
Oh Mama
Together we make a lot of drama
I can't do a thing about it because I'm f*cking ten
All I know is blonde hair, brown skin
Boy, about to win
When hit the strip, blunt in the wind
All I see is people around me struggling
That's I roll my window up, I'm in a Benz
Bitch I can't kiss yuh
Don't know where you been
I'm your Freddy Krueger nightmare so you best to get familiar
Smoking on that sinsemilla me and dude not so similar
If I may go beg my pardon, ain't no bitches out to get yuh
Homie go ahead drink that liquor
Blowing through your skrilla
Chasing after killers, bottle girls the real hitters
Man I love my baby she a real one she ain't no quitter
She do that arch and then I blow her back to smithers
It's just me, I tell the weather
I think I'm funny, I think I'm clever
She try to tell me that I'm not, but I don't let her
I come over time again and drop the letter
Yeah and hell be frozen I don't care make that shit a little colder
I've been living better on this side and you can't come over
Yeah, Mr. Wrong he not that guy but every year he closer
I've been taking ice baths bitch and this your first exposure
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Oh Father
Oh Baby
Oh Mama
Together we make a lot of drama
I can't do a thing about it because I'm f*cking ten
All I know is blonde hair, brown skin
Boy, about to win
When hit the strip, blunt in the wind
All I see is people around me struggling
That's I roll my window up, I'm in a Benz
Bitch I can't kiss yuh
Don't know where you been
I'm your Freddy Krueger nightmare so you best to get familiar
Smoking on that sinsemilla me and dude not so similar
If I may go beg my pardon, ain't no bitches out to get yuh
Homie go ahead drink that liquor
Blowing through your skrilla
Chasing after killers, bottle girls the real hitters
Man I love my baby she a real one she ain't no quitter
She do that arch and then I blow her back to smithers
It's just me, I tell the weather
I think I'm funny, I think I'm clever
She try to tell me that I'm not, but I don't let her
I come over time again and drop the letter
Yeah and hell be frozen I don't care make that shit a little colder
I've been living better on this side and you can't come over
Yeah, Mr. Wrong he not that guy but every year he closer
I've been taking ice baths bitch and this your first exposure
Oh Baby
Oh Mama
Together we make a lot of drama
I can't do a thing about it because I'm f*cking ten
All I know is blonde hair, brown skin
Boy, about to win
When hit the strip, blunt in the wind
All I see is people around me struggling
That's I roll my window up, I'm in a Benz
Bitch I can't kiss yuh
Don't know where you been
I'm your Freddy Krueger nightmare so you best to get familiar
Smoking on that sinsemilla me and dude not so similar
If I may go beg my pardon, ain't no bitches out to get yuh
Homie go ahead drink that liquor
Blowing through your skrilla
Chasing after killers, bottle girls the real hitters
Man I love my baby she a real one she ain't no quitter
She do that arch and then I blow her back to smithers
It's just me, I tell the weather
I think I'm funny, I think I'm clever
She try to tell me that I'm not, but I don't let her
I come over time again and drop the letter
Yeah and hell be frozen I don't care make that shit a little colder
I've been living better on this side and you can't come over
Yeah, Mr. Wrong he not that guy but every year he closer
I've been taking ice baths bitch and this your first exposure
Writer: Britten Wright
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