Come over here, he's blastin' rap music, eatin' pizza,
You had a new clear heart. guess i was hiroshima
Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips
The way we eatin her we gonna need bibs with a side of cribs,
Cause you be lookin fatter from eatin too many peanut butter pancakes
You saying you dominate is like showing a fake id saying your last names
Just to fit in, til i learned i could hurt them so much, so i started eatin lunch,
Walk like i'm drunk, swagga so uhgodyard trunks go around i got a bunch
Thats like a fat dude eatin mad food n dying of famine
And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one
Two bad bitches in the back, they pretty everybody look
But really your lyrics have no taste its like eatin a piece of wood
Givin fat albert eatin lessons like some kinda snl parody,
If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see
Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one
Eatin pussy up for dinner man that shit smell like salmon
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