That's gettin' oldplus with tha drama
Now he calling me baby mama
Your papa your mama should tell you not to miss with me
Of the vhs especially during sex baby
I'll call a installer for your broken face
She don't even need a job, got one anyways
So slim davy please call up your mum
And you down, hold it down for my nigga them
Tryna kill my dreams
Call me on your eighteenth
We can count the stars on the hood in your father's car
And i would have brought your mama but she's greasier than you are
Call me diabolic best hand over your wallet
The little engine that could, this little nigga is good
'cause your mama used to beat you with a belt buckle.
Cause see way back, i thought to fuck with you was impossible
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