Hey, the mind state of a winner
Your sort of like my sister,
Rip your mother, sister, father and daughter
Regardless to all them, i appease her
Sorry i'm not sorry didn't know she was your sister
But i'm so committed, they have grown familiar
Since your sister got my number my phone can't stop ringing
But i'm sitting here downing beers simply just wishing
My sister said she likes my raps cause it sounds good
Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took
Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her
Rookie you couldn't even call my sister a hooker
You can call me brutha cause i'm fuckin' with your sister
So i told her i got something you've been waiting for
So bitch watch your mouth, and wash them dishes after dinner
Splitting swisher's on the porch with my sister
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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