Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one
No more keyboard plotting, its time to start the propping, i know i'm a problem
Its been 2 years and i got a lot of practise
Felatio fetish, broads know me where i live
It's late and you stuck in my basement
I got a shorty name texas and
And you believe when a rapper wan' be one
But if you got a fucking problem
Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class
I took a look at the problem and result, my life is the aftermath.
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