Текст песни 1994 - T. Rich
I
was
born
in
the
wrong
era
Bring
back
the
real
body
girls
With
the
big
hoop
earrings
That
woop
woop
As
soon
as
the
bell
rings
You
cant
tell
me
I
don't
gauge
you
Like
when
a
shell
dings
On
the
concrete
When
an
opp
creeps
Fighting
red
lights
in
this
May
weather
Who
gone
stop
me
Bae
said
I'll
always
be
down
for
you
Ashanti
Do
me
right
Or
I'll
let
it
burn
Or
cut
her
off
like
a
pot
leaf
Hands
up
Sucker
for
love
You
got
me
I'm
a
D
boy
Let's
eat
dinner
Then
Dan
Marino
Go
deep
in
her
Graham
crack
trail
I
won't
get
lost
I
love
college
Smoke
a
bitch
And
I
ash
her
off
But
if
her
head's
blitzd
I'll
pass
the
ball
We
opposites
Like
cat
and
dog
You
call
her
to
chill
I
drive
my
car
up
an
hill
With
Jill
to
jack
me
off
Upper
echelon
Think
my
DNA's
caviar
Got
a
plethora
of
flows
I
catalog
Two
thousand
twenty
I
lost
hope
in
us
really
Generation
lost
You
forgot
the
agenda
If
you
can
teach
a
baby
to
disregard
their
gender
Then
I
can
call
a
bitch
A
bitch
And
it
not
be
offensive
Bitch
I'm
a
Big
dog
Pay
attention
Don't
blink
long
Life's
a
beach
I'm
quick
sand
I
ain't
nothing
to
sleep
on
Had
to
branch
off
Leaf
me
alone
Told
DEV
hit
the
store
He
grabbed
the
drink
Told
him
bring
me
a
cone
Then
I
told
Reez
Fuck
these
hoes
I
ain't
pressed
She
can't
heat
up
the
comb
You
aint
sorry
Lil
bitch
you
grown
Be
accountable
Niggas
don't
check
for
me
But
alarmed
when
they
see
me
up
I'm
the
lottery
Should
hit
up
Hutch
Twinkle
twinkle
Driving
round
in
a
Regal
I'm
the
goat
Like
a
played
for
New
England
Weed
loud
Go
and
file
your
a
grievance
We
allow
slick
talk
in
the
DMs
But
when
I
see
you
Aint
no
bobbin
and
weaving
Just
some
bread
and
some
head
Shit
that's
all
I
be
needing
I
got
a
girl
You
got
a
man
We
broke
even
I'm
really
it
You
just
comic
relief
Every
verse
is
a
gift
Tis
the
season
Beyond
Make
Believe
nigga
TRIGMI
Cheyeaa
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