Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto
And just maybe i will go easy on you little ( g ), cause your raps are ( o ), made my comp blow
Go home write something suspenseful
So pretentious with no potential
Suck on these nuts, blow bitch blow
Your last man was semi pro
The games bout to, go blow me
Took my heart away from money
She blow me i blow trees i keep on smoking
Ten more depending on where wale going
She say something something spanish
Ask her address she holla saks fifth
Chica-go-getter from odd future, used to ride solo
Temptations surround me infatuated with the blow
Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love
When they go home and bump to something helpless
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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