Spelling like a fourth grader skipping every dot
Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top
Found a man, named stan, but he knocked me out with a can,
Dependin' on how i feel, either the coupe or sedan
Youre witnessing the 6th deadly venom
She never ready to go so she forever come
I was prevented from seeing/ a fifth grader and 135 pounds
I got a thousand bitches, i'm not too good with vows
Eyes wide, ears open like you on a doctor's visit
I got a gun named moses, i’m in the club wit' it
It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for
I was a fucking dumb 8th grader
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