You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass
The white working class is the majority, the upper class,
Those mainstream commercials won't know the lower class,
'09 gold diggers, walkin with a different path
And the food could have been finer
I'm a first class writer,
Your life is a product of trash
And you just want to get to class
Unloads a bunch a class tthinking is the ass that pass
If i dont bag i’ll be thinking bout your ass
I ain't even really need that shop class
Except she's got a little more ass
Your beautiful during class
I can barely wipe my ass
Cut class and rap fast, grab ass while smacking sluts
And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' jewels
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