Bored as hell and I wanna get ill

So I go to a place where my homeboyz chill
The fellas out there tryna make that dolla'
I pulled up in my six-fo' Impala
Greeted with a 40 and I start drinkin'
And from the 8 ball, my breath starts stinkin'
I gotta get my girl to rock that body
Before I left I hit the Bacardi
Pulled to the house, get her out of the pad
And the ♥♥♥♥♥ said somethin' to make me mad
She said somethin' that I couldn't believe
So I grabbed the stupid ♥♥♥♥♥ by her nappy-ass weave
She started talkin' ♥♥♥♥, wouldn't cha know
I reached back like a pimp and I slapped the hoe
And her father stood up and he started to shout
So I threw a right cross and knocked his old-ass out

'Cause the boyz in the hood are always hard
Come talkin' that trash and we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit
Don't quote me, boy, I ain't said ♥♥♥♥
Punk ass trippin' but its alright
Homie scored a key, he's gonna fly, punk ass, fly


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