Some day i hope in-flu-en-ces are also fans...
Yeah ballgame, i swear the hoes wasn’t in my plans
Children en-captured in the fact there's one thing he can't get
Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead
Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad
I gotta cadillac rollin up to fon du lac feelin up my girl in back,
Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit
I got my du-rag on with my fitted sittin’ on it
When i be speaking they be geekin' like i'm giving bitches dope
En#forcing #borders #swarming #corners like #engaging in #coke
Cruisin around with four flats all the way to fon du lac,
Your bitch is the type of bitch that's gonna do you bad
Du press so i took breaths
11.1.11 is when it all makes sense
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