Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,
But after hearing mathematics he was water for my quenching thirst
No one in comparison, i got a hun in paris son.
I would have been a totally different person
And this baby daddy, is new to the family
The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly
My whole family was concerned of the music i had learned
After im done sorry hun gotta go run, now im in one with the world
In the heat of the summer,
Jt: didn't get a gift for her
Sort of remind you, why you don’t court no vagina
So call the coroner or the mortician for the the
Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her
I don't do the chasing hun, i'm a made killer
The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,
Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag
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