Next to the skinned ducks that still quack.
No car key and i mean that
Next to the skinned ducks that still quack.
Know what i do: manufacturing crack
Next to the skinned ducks that still quack.
When love comes callin', don’t love back
Then you say your sorry like chris brown
I don't want no fucking crown
Light skinned hell of a body
Hopin' that my niggas see
That's why she ignore my flowers
We should appreciate the girls
That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours
Epic, they used to feed me detours
Our children must be taught, of africa
Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga
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