Moms really getting mad when i call you that
Aint this shit easy, talkin big shit
Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop
Boy, hasnt anyone told that you aint worth shit, no prolly not
Nigga u aint shit until piss drop down
It's just my soda mixed with brown
If not i'm hoping that this letter could convey how i'm feeling
Justins back and he aint leaving, shit happens but no more grieving
Prps cover my eight’s, uhh, lemme switch my pace
Uhh these rappers aint shit now a days,
I aint lettin' you win with your shit
You're very attractive, and notice that
Cause this shit right here aint no game,
Ain't heard dc since sardines came
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