Orts ill deep throat your mum with a polo and make it taste menthol
You ain't' doing shit til you put 10 gees on fantasy football
Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace
Oh shes been through the oral phase, anal phase, orgy phase, squirting phase
By the way, hotel room number 218, yup that's the place i fucked his mum in
Without her making attempts to garner all of my attention
Thats why we're always goin and we don't gotta go with them
Im fuelled with determination i would even stalk their mum
So slim davy please call up your mum
So keep fronting till my peeps come
Mum and dad dintnt like it
You ain't gon find that
A foster mum while they
Get in the mood on blacc friday
Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin
My mum always told me to check the roads before crossing
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