We just trynna be winners
And chicks dig my tongue twisters
And every night would swallow a big fat sausage meat pita
Now they want me to grease-up, be less african and get amnesia
Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black
That!but i am ugly and fat,
Got racks, ain’t talking tits
Murdering man who fucks chicks
He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live
With certainty they're slurping meat like fat bitches and sausage links
But still homey keep it real, how does it feel
Fat bowels of tree deep, and its too loud to hear
I smoke a fat pound of grass and fall on my ass
I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass
Always keep a rubber, word to telly in kids
Ion trust him cause he always laying chicks
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