lyrics, man, lyrics

1965 2011
Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn’t you?
People’d call, say, “Beware doll, you’re bound to fall”
You thought they were all kiddin’ you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin’ out
Now you don’t talk so loud
Now you don’t seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal
Trust me I keep a couple hundred in the duff’ b
Couple wet wipes case a bum try to touch me (EW)
Im the terminator b*** talk slick I’mma have to terminate her
These little nappy headed hoes need a perminator
You my seed I spray you with germinator
Move back bugs matter fact you know the queen could use a back rub
If you could turn back time – Cher
You used to be here but now you gone – Nair

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