Manahattan and 40/40, no 40’s but rose poured
Slept with your bitch then i gave her a reward
Your mom wanted me to come, so i came and cummed in her face
Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace
You rap like you got bored, smoked up, then forgot your best "hot verse."
Behind the velvet rope, snapping a lot of pictures
I'll make you deaf with my musical meth
They at the same spot they making no progress
Make me another brother
With bigger words then her
Well, i have a gram cupcake mix
"you only smoked one?" bitch i smoked six
Your mother was a baby boomer i fucked her on a table at hooters and passed her to my shooters
Never seen a creator consulting his users all the others are faggots, all the others are losers
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