Strapped up, know i keep that tool
The old boys' club in an all-boys school
And i can handle relationships, but shit this bitch got me in too deep
So my outlook's dim and my house is eventually without any heat
It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks
The mean streets, water flows through vessels, and relationships,
Boys tell me they love me
So give it baby
Group of white boys came out, their pockets rich in cash
And there's wet pussy on my face shake that ass
Another dead woman,another bad boys
But you wouldn't be if you never took those steroids
Grease hot feeling, boys burning up
I thought it'd get better but
Teens turn to annoyed zombies and feast on the boys in abercrombie
And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see
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