I make music for a reason, didn't vote obama
Got my niggas in paris and they going gorillas, huh
My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings
Your stomach's upsetted, huh? well so is everyone's
To throw it all away
Yeah you can call that nigga gay
But keep them cigarettes away
Don't try to blow me, you fucking gay
Still better than most rappers who are mentally, in elementary huh
Something like rihanna while i’m up in that vagina
You're talking to one of the greatest
Huh, looking at him you wouldn’t think,
Yeah, uh-huh, motherfuckers
We ahead of the curve
And it's hard to find god when you ain't never seen him
What's you motivation, huh, what's your motivation
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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