But use tomorrow as a mull again, church
Hit em so hard skin and bone start to merge
Chicken bone, not a phone, chicken bone, not a phone
Say what you want i'm immature like roger go home
Mami told me son, hold your own
I'm throwin you a bone
But my vision has inclined to some interscope, and its home
I'm looking down on you fakes whilst on my throne throwin yous a bone.
But i be like for real, just pick up that phone
Ill cut you and eat your flesh to the bone
That why when he outta town i make sure she is not alone
My name is nick nack pattie wack give a dog a bone
My best friend just leave me and he was my back bone
Whining and complaining about when you coming home
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