So baby don't miss with me cause i'm sick like an ill metaphor
My nigga hustle all day in front of the corner store
"excuse me sir what can i do for you?"
Miss couldn't get them jimmy choos cause tuition is due
He gave me some excuse like he's dancing on the ceiling
Child support ain't come, that faggot still ain't bought me anything
Two bitches named tiffany i left them with a pair of kids
Excuse me miss, fuck your a long coat wrapped around three midgets,
On they twitter writing novels, see
Give me the key, give it baby
Place no one above ya, sweet lady
Your innocence, so give me the key baby
And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see
Miss america the beautiful, to me that's funny
Cause i show fur, no bikini wax
I miss your hand, give me one chance
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