While niggas flirti'm sewing tigers on my shirt
You're faker than a german hot-dog with no mustard,
For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet
Ain't no tellin' what really goes on in her little head
Fuck niggas we dont fuck with those
No mind usage your head froze
I'm giving testimonies to strangers i never met
The man of the house came out and said he shot you in the head
With a lyrical scope
I put it down your throat
No, nobody's getting shot
Got a beans if you wanna pop
And all this snow, i call it infant sorrow
But she keeps shaking her head and just keeps saying "no",
Pussy nigga want it he aint even know he was on scope
When i be speaking they be geekin' like i'm giving bitches dope
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