It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke
Momma just unaware that i sell dope,
I think my fam is key, cuz my momma believed in me,
Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy
And if you say you cant swallow then i say you're fucked
All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government
Fuck it, its hip hop and niggas don't give a damn
I fucked yo mom in the the back of her van
Ha, the envy of dime dealers
I promised momma that i wouldn't curse,
And i got nieces who need me they fathers ain't important
And i'm not kidding when i say this generation is fucked,
I'm gettin money til my pockets need a tummy tuck
Just how i wasted yo momma last nite for one little buck
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