Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur
Now i gotta fuck your mother
Nigga 50 million up on these fuck boys
Play them like they're my pity toys
Position, fuck your permission
So if it comes down, may the best man win
Fuck your criteria
Yeah, one time for the
Fuck your cronies it's his highness,
Let's have a toast for this new love
What up girl, tell me how you been
Fuck your outdated education
They must pity me, malcolm the dreadful
See these lights got me on another level
She's a white vegetarian, i'll get this blonde cock
Pity-not, hippyty-hop will never clot,
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