I need a backyard full court size
He is holding your thighs...
I need to wake your scrawny arse up so you don't forget about me
Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story
This my album, and when your parents try to come around
She choked 'n' frowned as tears were rolling down her cheeks 'n' soaked the ground
No point in hanging on
When you took my hand up so calm
Call the network dipset family ties
Who's pockets look fat just like her big ole thighs
From that. from where i come from, can't even afford pants.
Then i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands
You know odd future it's raining heat rocks
Can't see his son shine like the four tops
But it made me the man i am today, thanks
Why's the mouse sticky can you pickup your pants
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