Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack
I will leave you wrapped in a bag. after phone your dad,
She's on my line like i'm fishing i got that
True story, there was a 12 year boy, a mom a dad
Whats a daughter without her dad
Yeah see i let my nigga hit that
Well, i have a gram cupcake mix
They say he's a dead dad and it's,
I believed in a higher being.
I was born to do the damn thing
By the age of twenty two i'll be a loser or a dad
Listen, i'm fishing, you bitch niggas is missing i got that
Now the boy says that he don't need a dad
Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat
But thats the life of a human being
Straight g thing, double m g thing
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