Five-star dishes, food for thought bitches
This rap is like a 1st grader wrote this
Like the 1st amendment, then they send the rico act,
I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last
Knowing he could score a ten out of ten,
We must, be the flyest of southerner men
Wolf gang, triple six crew
1st flights these bitches know we do
Boss in my hugo, floss like my tooth hurt
It's my 1st time but you know im bouta in work
Cause i've been sentthe heartz of men
Every night after ten
Ten ten ten twenties on ya titties bitch
Man but this ain't no sign language
Get a little smart, want to change yo tops
Ten years in an aluminum box
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