True story, there was a 12 year boy, a mom a dad
It ain't my place to say and i hear all that
This rap suppose to be a kiss to your mom tits
These been thinking we ain't tripping off lyrics
Or know them testament verses
Get a call from my mom, one love/
Every boyfriend my mom dated was a clown
I’m sending one warning shot then i’m taking buildings down
How do you expect, a broke single mom to feed
Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed
While writing a respond, ask your mom for help
Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent
I bang your mom so hard you can call me a terrorist
Tell the fucking teacher that this burlap sack is filled
Nigga i'm a hundred miles far
Believe my mom still needs a new car
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