I told my baby, I love you.
When I pull, she pulls up too
Clear.
I am her man, her dude.
Her grinning in the dark, smile on fleek fool.
Clear.
What is my job? What do i do?
I write my baby, that I love you
Clear.
I am just her man, her dude.
Her smile in the dark, no money fool
Clear.
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