You're my reflection and all i see is you
My junk hang low like there aint no curfew
You dress like a french maid or maybe a naughty nurse
The gangsters are scared of upsetting they industry masters
I swear they think i'm crazy
And junk food that's been feeding me.
Pour gasoline on her purse, yeah the bleached nurse
Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters
Don't come around hurr on that floss shit
Mastermind jenks back with another hit
Babies turn into shooters
Couldn't be healed by even a nurse,
I need to get you to a nurse
And you are not around like black fathers
Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years
Its like surgery being tried by a hospiral nurse
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