Pitch the rock, mike vick, swag so sick
Now shes choking on another mans dick,
If only he was ghetto mans maybe we would sell a bit
See this what happens when you rap like you ain't no ones favorite
Your developmental league don’t see a team
A mans on the ground, and thats not whipped cream
And the ladies, they lay me, they crazy
Back that booty up bitch, i'm a bumble bee
Phone in her back pocket made her booty call to say
But i got two a-mex's that look the same way
Pan handling ya mans cannabis then i'm vanishing,
And when you up in wet willies, you ain't even thinking
Mans heavy from deadly machetes
My bitches brighter always saying lights please
Your joker, 52 cards in a deck , the mad mans me the one who's gonna slit your
Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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