Got her sayin' you be killin' that shit
Platinum and gold, you gots to love that
Well last night i got her to orgasm
Two dyke bitches while i'm filmin' them picnic, yum
Mom ingested while pregnant/ wonder why i have these
Is it the money or my marriage or media peace
Man i got a bad bitch maybe ill wife her
A full time sex slave, never find another
Got her wet like kobe, swish
And i don't rely on no bitches
Chillin' with homies and family
Its maybe that , that got her on me
Cuz the way her eyes glance like they playing in my pants
She's got her whole life ahead of her but it's slipping through her hands
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