That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free
Growing up with an arab family , you'll never be happy.
I give girls happy meals (my dick)
Streets bad, tyga ill, drake magic
Your feedback ain't flexing
So happy that you're tearing
But make sure if they do see
Daddy i'm good i'm now happy.
Because maybe now i can finally be fucking happy
The only team more powerful? sasha and malia family
And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see
As im with the baby mama makin your lady happy
Don't do what your forced to do, do what makes you happy
I kill me just like you from the back you'll see
When we were happy simultaneously
Spread the word and witness, he rose on the first sunday
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