W.W.I.G.A.F.?

Thinkin' bout the summer
Should I pay my rent or eat? man
Gotta call the plumber
Can't believe my shower's leakin'
But I got the wrong number
Too many times they try to cheat and
I hate it when I'm pushed to the point
Where I gotta call my friends
To try and borrow money
But I find it kinda funny
That even when I'm broke somehow
I still can pull the honeys
I mean I duno what's goin' on
But I really can't complain
I'm exotic, they're erotic
We got everything to gain
It comes easily
Like I'm 13
I'm 6 foot 3
And no string bean
I'm Mr. Clean
When I'm on the scene
My diet is caffeine and weed
With holes in jeans, ripped in the crotch
If you ain't seen, then come just watch
How we add another knotch
Up on our belt, we own this spot
The night is here, we all topnotch
Cash me where? reserve a slot
I don't give a fuck about
What you say, that beer you brought
The river's where we all come flock
You see diff'rent kinds of peacocks
I thought that these were the boondocks
Got me like I'm Goldilocks
Those holes in the socks? short hair, don't care
Can barely afford underwear
This the type of city where
They see brown skin, they all goin' stare
My skin, their tan, they all compare
Sometimes it ain't e'en fair
I guess that's why the nationalists say
We impregnate their women and leave 'em here



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Writer(s): Dj Lawrence
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