The last thing i said to n ur mum n dad was die a payneful death
Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears
My slaughter's hittin' our goals as though we like hockey
I dumped the hoe and fell asleep inside of a bugatti
That you cant beat me, go ask your mum, to buy you a pair of these skills, son
Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one
I'm just saying, i ain't bitching though
Shouldnt have called our girl a hoe.
You could never find out
Ill come an slap a hoe around
And my mum is calling a person that is magic sue
Maybe i lack the fortitude to try to court you
And we type of niggas that'll smash and pass a hoe
Annihilatin' those, i'm rakin' but makin' dough
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