Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve
My bank of america account got six figures
Gold saints i despise so that don't even matter
Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her
Jesus christ, the king of these latter-day saints here
While my mom is in the kitchen cookin' up a meal
Like captine america im a new soldier
Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her
That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase
Y’all ain’t the praising saints with the perfect angel’s face,
Kickin' in the door, and i'm everybody problem
Look at me america i am a muslim
Cheated on light skin dominique when we was seventeen
Most of america is not middle class or stacking the green,
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