Eighth grade i got a message on facebook from a gay,
I’m kickin’, pimpin’, like liu kang, my coupe smokin’ like friday
I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king
Freestyle turn you to a homie. call me strange but not loving
Yeah you can call that nigga gay
So close i could give flip a play
Craves a loving family, a dad happily married,
So i could go help the babyshe could barely speak
They'll never become better men
On my pg shit, i ain't finna keep them
Are you comingto the point that your running
I distributed the dick with infinite loving
My shit, i know u loving
Man, straight and no fucking
Why does it matter anyway, your gay,
Chill with my crew on blacc friday
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