Judging fine hard. flying right up bootlicking sprintin' like a fuckin' creamy bar
Maybe it's the way the played it in my hearti knew one day i gotta be a star
Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free
And i'll make things creamy
Well baby bot there ain't no question
He found this ample time to touch her bun,
I'm back up in this bitch with a bitch i call her cinna bun
I would have been a totally different person
Cause i'mma put a bun in the oven if i don't put my dick in a coma
Your fucking mouth and listen to what im talking about because my life is like a
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