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Fifteen Did You Know

Don't mess around in this party (whooooa) I'm grinding on you, you grinding me too Shorty! (whooooa) I'm feeling you, you're feeling me too I know that you

put some pep in ya step you ain't got enough insurance to get ya self in a wreck I put a cease on all breathin when I squeeze my weapon better hope God come for you cause you

he tells you you ain't nuttin don't believe him And if he can't learn to love you you should leave him Cause sista you don't need him And I ain't tryin

out dresses, brought stares from everyone Hey, little rich girl where did you go wrong? Hey, little rich girl where did you go wrong? Hey, little rich girl where did you

Where ya at wit' it? Let's go and get it If you a real d-boy Money over bitches [Intro over the hook] Yea, this one here for uptown I know we lost a

! Shoot that bitch! Can you afford to blow this shit? Are you that rich? Why you give a fuck if she dies? Are you that bitch? Do you really think she

is off Yo, you targeted from arsonists Papermate pens filled with arsenic I got hoes that don't know what Prada is Doc could shape up, touch your barber miss Betty you

matter wherever you are, you're never too far From revenue huh, cause you can be king You can rule the world, you can do anything It's on you baby, cause you

said run while you can So at fifteen she took to the highway Belongings and guitar in hand And she buried herself in her music The one thing she did understand