Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route
Get my employees up on food stamps and work in fast food,
I want to feel her in every way
I'm sitting hating this bullshitting fish fillet
Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute
Your worthless man, just like fuckin canned food.
But radio ain't trying to follow suit
And in this game you the gators' food
Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute
Cause i remember all them nights when we had no food
All along i've been casting for a better fish
I keep it funky with my misses, fuck these other bitches
You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three
They say theres plenty fish in the sea
When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute
Get my employees up on food stamps and work in fast food,
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