Me and my lil' thug gotta it from the mud
If heaven had a height then you would be that tall but
Trying not to live on food stamps and eat at gas stations,
Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since
And young teens how get shot at gas stations for loudest music,
No, i can’t called bitch i’m lying, i don’t use my phone, shit
It's too turned going up like gas
You after me, huh? i'm after cash
Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and
And everywhere that mary went it wretched her through the mud,
Or id be pumping gas
Little light in the ass
Then i shun kids with the mud
I thought it'd get better but
And i got that drive and she just might crash
She's the third this week and i haven't stopped for gas
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