You wonda why they call u bitch
Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich
Only globular / overseas cos they've got cheese
So i give my love to my lady and pray for all these babies
Crazed raised off hennesey, tell me will my enemies
Never met stupid black lazy thugs or crackers with cheese,
But... what's oreo without the cream?
Through the years tryin to stack a little green
Starin at the wall, heard a scream
And much good stuff like homemade ice cream
Like a diabetic eating cream puffs
Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts
With a nice vanilla cream
Caged, and the wonder is seen
Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich
Trip, and then you never snitch
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