Yeah you can call that nigga gay
Doin wild shit, lookin at the sun don't pay
We've gon so far astray
Because what you spit is gay,
Turn the hate on, eyes on me with their kiddie coy
Little gay looking boy
So if he die, and came back, would he try to save rap
And i need my turkey gravy and i need my kitty cat
Im givin' you bad luck worse than a black cat
We never tattle, let god handle that
The game is electronic cat piss
Luda moved digits after he moved bitches
Yeah, im not the skinniest cat.
I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that
Their face appears on missing cat posters
So you finally got the nerve
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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