Hold my tears i tried my best
So why not kiss my rear end
You know its black thought and your boy the bro ?uest, but
Now he takes it up the butt while he puckers up
We can make a fix, we can do some good 'ole tricks, we can set the best picks
It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks
My chances were shallow somehow i'm so deep
I dream we could sleep on one sheet, sit on one seat
Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference
That likes walking with his hips bragging about his marijuana hits.
Im way too hot so many run, the rest get cooked n served like dennys buns.
Talking ridiculous have mommas getting floral opinions
In your butt it slips 'n' pops.
Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars
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