Jt: didn't get a gift for her
To my own fucking brother
When i used to play outside with my brother in september
Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her
I knock you to another axis you ride cocks like brother clyde
Why they try to see my flow, but they know that's outta sight
Or military personnel fatigues and boots,
So before i have seeds gotta understand my roots
At least i'd be stable, yeah, slightly less popular
I'm going harder than michael around your little brother
My brother, you chose to dance with the devil
Odd future is children that's fucked up in they mental
Brother you've got to make it happen
No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son
Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute
Your brother tried to suck my d but i ain't no fruit
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