You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass
Unbeatable in english, hit the gym and lyrically display math
He was very clever in english science and math
With the dickerson mask would be getting in the ass
His english was slurred so i didn't understand him fully.
They gon keep on watching, give em something to see
Wolf gang, triple six crew
Yes,it's you. rap beats you.
South beach fountain blue
Girl you know i want you
Your false persona while i'm on ya baby's c "bbc" like the english channel
That you looking like an angel-sent from the heavens, god bless your every angle
You thought what you thought, you walked and you talked
Cause my mother let me do what i want
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