But at least, my spit dont taste like yeast, more like minty tooth paste, what a waste,
When you hear the music give your hips a slight bump,you can be replaced,
Might as well get it off yo’ chest
This road.....never seems to end
And i leave keeping her within my rear view sight,
For now everything just seem so right
All the young motherfuckers that was took in they prime
I let of my nine and let the shell burst through your spine
And even if i do i know my momma gon be well
Man the people kissin' cheeks of the devil, got to hell,
No, i can’t called bitch i’m lying, i don’t use my phone, shit
Cheeks feeling flaccid but you need it for your habit
I'm like the mammoth since birth i have been crushing these maggots
I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks
Yall look like chris kattan, yall prefer male butts
I’m a rare one, camo’s and some rare ones
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