The youngest of my mother kids
Then i stabbed in their dicks
Havent you got some dicks to clean?
Bitches pursue me like a dream
A criminal grind mean hustle
But my dicks adorable
Then you gobble teams of dicks
Well, i have a gram cupcake mix
That's like saying one condom fits all different sized dicks.
But somethin' was always missin' like six digits
Ain't riding, dicks so stop, siding, don't swap
Ain't no lockouts, the game don't stop
Needed coke, needed dope, yea, i gave her a fix
Triple six for the niggas that's hopping on dicks
No sixteen, no vaccine, i'm so sick my ten bars cough
Of that trade off, my dicks a plane bout to take off
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