Parnoid

i got bad women, hoes in movie making grammys, at 18 that hoe was a grammy, all

 

my bitches eat candy, your bitch aint real she ain't even from Cali

 

all my my women be golfing on my caddy, both of my girls play sleepover

 

your girl to messy, she can't over, no naviagation, rolling over mountains can't

 

get over, meet her in june, 8 times, then we divorced in October, she ain't get keys

 

to the range rover,

 

 

She Can't cook can't clean that was in april, then I TOLD HER TO MARCH, she claims

 

you ain't never leave starch, I'm u kidding look at the kitchet its filthy

 

I'M paranoid I thought you wanted to kill me