Grown man shit tonight no romance shit and you should make this bedroom like monday night at magic
Angled like drafting italics, while you're ass is in panic n' dangled from fabric
A single mother with a problem child, daddy free
Lo and behold this finely back-rolled thick beauty,
Ing to this finely adorned thing, my eyes see, were fondling
Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring
When i peep in the public, bet i'm leaving with something
Ing to this finely adorned thing, my eyes see, were fondling
It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one
That'll be slowing the motion of the flowing ive woven
Cause i hella copped em so i could be way flyer than all them
My path is tight 'n chosen, the fabric of life firmly woven
Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb
An explosion on the mic as i weave a woven web of beauty, so seldom does it happen,
Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come
Not even in the colon, so he had to reopen the book of the woven
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