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Through back to the Fugees

Rock the modern call me bad and boujee

damn this beat got you looking moody

chillin in my throne sittin all goofy fuckin that one girl rudy

or was it judy? I don't know she was a beauty

kicked it and watched a movie while she sucked my dick

while flexin the gucci, now I aint nothing just a white kid

modern neighborhood, dreams big, words good, flows great

packing wood but besides the sufistic bullshit

marking my territory wit a stomp dig a footprint

shake the floor and not even 10 bands and want more

now its 3 am my body screams for sleep but I can't contour

bodies like a minds whore, pay it and it will take it, sounds harsh

but its the truth preaching to the youth sore ache in a bad tooth

fuck it I'm done hats off good battle to you.