Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead
And i'm somali so i guess i'm just tryna eat bread
I say i put it so deep now she a cone head
I would sleep blinded from fright, while dad was makin' some bread
Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for
I'm bashing your fantasy like wood to a fairy otter
Believe me, i'm beyond dead
Im the best thing since sliced bread,
Fresh to death that bullshit irrelevant
Keep making your fairy dust, dairy lust
Modify your quota bitch
Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich
And don't perform after him or you might regret
Nope... no luck, kill the tooth fairy instead.
Damn ima need some sweats to carry all my bread
I gave ya girl a t-shirt since she gave the whole crew neck
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