But im a guy who loves to speak rap
Because there ain't no coming back from that
I brought my mother to the room and sat her in a chair.
Ain't no skipper but all my bitches is ginger hair
She tells me she loves me and i tell her i love her back
Where fiends always on that water like a lily pad
Let's enjoy our younger years
Everybody loves a nuisance
When mother lost's her son what's her pain.....
Forgetting the seasonslames not in my lane
They gave a one eight hundred number to her mother, who showed her
Pray for peace with the babies, they a beast in the summer
Hoes show me love, niggas give me props
Momma crying cuz her son in a crate box
Or her mother, or her mother's other lover
This man can single handedly save the culture
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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