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With a dirty white tee and some dirty ass kicks\n[00:49.08] And you got no money so you can't feed the jit\n[00:51.03] Your momma ain't shit, your daddy ain't shit\n[00:53.02] And then you realize that life is a bitch\n[00:55.14] Got no education so you got to be the chick\n[00:57.20] That strip for a living cause you gotta pay the rent\n[00:58.98] Pity, pity, pity, first you showing off them titties\n[01:01.77] Letting niggas lick the clittie to a flower or some witty comment\n[01:03.82] Witty, now you shitty with those saggy tig ol' bitties\n[01:05.73] And a flabby old ass, trying to look like Ms. Nicky\n[01:07.72] Picky, cause I say you look like Ms. Piggy\n[01:09.91] It's a damn shame that we the same pigment\n[01:11.99] First you act like Bobby, now you look like Whitney\n[01:14.02] If a nigga know the then please say it with me\n[01:33.23] Nigga, nigga, nigga, let a nigga level with you\n[01:35.07] How the hell you gon' be broke and always be the bigger spender?\n[01:37.25] Stories sweeter than the splenda thrown inside the blender\n[01:39.42] So you wanna get crunk while you mix it with the liquor\n[01:41.42] Nigga, people like you, I don't get ya\n[01:43.48] Claimin' you a baller but your momma living with ya\n[01:45.99] Better look inside the picture, cause you ain't getting richer\n[01:47.80] Now it's hard to see his son cause his momma took him with her\n[01:50.13] Let 'em do whatever, it's whatever\n[02:08.16] Now you never from the streets\n[02:09.66] To the clubs, to the guns, to the cheader\n[02:10.89] 'Til you get a phone call, e-mail, or a letter that your jit locked up\n[02:13.42] Or he dead on the stretcher?\n[02:15.48] Better\n[02:16.18] Parenting is the main pressure\n[02:17.36] Your daughter got kissed but wasn't taught about pleasure\n[02:19.23] Your kids are the treasure, the love you couldn't measure\n[02:22.03] Will end up in the hole if you don't get it together\n[02:23.74] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Parents\n 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