Prognosis not good, mam, your son is a cabbage
Party with bitches that throw parties too much
On two 5th street rock d's mc's like adidas.
Together all the timethought it was true love
And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing
Good city kendrick maad city is where my mind is resting,
That'll stray pop and put more shells in your top than adidas
But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love
I walk wit the shells, and i aint got no adidas on.
Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john
Yo hoe aint no good, her pussy is sloppy
Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see
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