I wanna real life big booty hoe, so i can have her strip and put on a show,
Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow
Ho, ho, goes, père noël in his little mufuckin fat ass clothes clothes, so so
Competition i ain't winning but admit it, i'm still in it though
I fucked your mom last night and her titties i felt
Hopped on the pulpit and told them how i was truly blessed
Clothes are dusted and he loathes these kids
Think it's time you and i need to call it quits
And tell dem niggas at the top we want yo spot we are for real
Titties, ass, hands in the air, it's a party over here
Back straight, eyes low, he wears khakis and polo shoes
Play zeus, homeboy, get a replaced tooth
And i did the video for really though
The money, cars, and clothes, the riches and dough,
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