Woorden:
End Of Fashion Lock Up Your Daughters

Don't delay, lock up your daughters Don't delay, go tell your mother Don't delay, lock up your daughters tonight Don't delay, lock up your daughters Don't delay, go tell your

Chorus: (Mercedes) No Limit we got that shit you need,shit you can bump in your trunk Got all your bitches fiendin,and makin niggas say ughh Get up,

, famous or nameless, what'll it be? cover your mouth when you cough, who farted? all this fashion is making me sick, my son is a star, my daughters