BRR
Aye aye ya
You poor but i can feel the love
You can't even afford some dove
Xannys in my face but they fake
Go do youre job with youre rake
I feel you want me for the bread
But you stupid you can’t even afford a bed
When its my b-day you make it look like its d-day
Feeling alone i dont even need you
If you come trough
Imma hit you with some kung fu (ya)
(Refrain)
You poor but i can feel the love
You can't even afford some dove
Xannys in my face but they fake
Go do youre job with youre rake
Please leave you useless (yaaa)
(whoah) ( Slower verse) all you cause is confusion
And accusion
Thats how i feel