These chalance give me balance
Hindsight, dimes and fame, expensive things/
My brothers need some clothes and shoes
Yeah, look here i pay dues
I ain't no emo nigga, i do not lean on women
Take ur booty ass...and bitch plz start to run...
I wanna real life big booty hoe, so i can have her strip and put on a show,
Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row
The money, cars, and clothes, the riches and dough,
I’m starring in this bitch and yeah i write the show
Ho, ho, goes, père noël in his little mufuckin fat ass clothes clothes, so so
You are now face to face with a thorough pharaoh who be down on death row
I fucked your mom last night and her titties i felt
I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest
Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see
And i didn't just want to grip on your booty
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