Ass, grass n liquour, with fat cash amounts
Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts
And yeah i know i'm from compton, cali
Mom keep my house fully stocked with candy
Who's pockets look fat just like her big ole thighs
I'm everything that they call nice
Faces laced and barren with hate, they carry fat baggage
Your heart literally is what i do want for lunch
Motivated just from being broke
Big and fat, as my big fat oak
I will fuck your mom with strap on,
And i can see us after school, we'd bomb
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