Material, hypocritical dissenter
And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for
You don't mess with 12, my boys
No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints
Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one
Left a 12 year old me with his whole world shaken/
Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin
12 people per jury, ain't no mistakin'
Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet
And my d is 12 inches and it goes really deep
Because all my fans are around the age of 12 years old
She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed
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