Ain't like my job or guys i employ
"oh shit, my lips frosted boy,
On the ceiling after a boob shoot of the milf of my pastor
Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are
The world's too much for the soul to enjoy
Fuck shane battier that nigga a soft boy
All the kids say i’m a bad boy
Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy
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