Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that
I'm raw & rusted like a saw that's busted
Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups
His busted chops overlapped, like the roofs shingles.
My kostons are the reason that you tossed your wrinkly leather shoes
Why you tryin to read me if you see there isnt any issues
His busted chops overlapped, like the roofs shingles.
Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts
I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth
Cause i will run home and grab my shoes
A legend have to bow, africa
Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah
My time with their half-witted reviews
Like the swoosh on my shoes
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