The life around it, hanging out like autumn fields
Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees
Having sex till four o'clock in the mourn but u still checking your phone
Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home
And in love with her, lets have sex
After lebron, i'm what's next
Do whatever it takes to resist the temptationbrenda got herself a boyfriend
The sex sounds you made behind my bed floor and told me it was just the tv in tend
I first had sex in preschool
That's the sound of my tool
Leave the keys with that bitch, jets
You would bet on malcolm sex
While im eating an ear of corn
Cause they fear me in physical form
Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze
With corrupt leaders and those overseers in the coca fields,
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