And you ask twitter why you getting fake guys
I love my life, and i love my wife
Since your sister got my number my phone can't stop ringing
With those crazy ass people at the county building
I hate my design but roll with the love
Niggas talk with limited service
I'm a brute, your sister blow my flute,
Bb king or the neighbors of snoop
So you she would hide cause she thought of me as a typical guy
Tell my mother i love her, kiss baby sister goodbye
I wanted him out quick my sister was a sucker for his dick,
You is just a groupie bitch and groupie bitch, no i am sick
"what you doin'?" nothin' much, would shout some other stuff
It's so annoying when i cant talk to my love,
That damier bag i bought her
I’m sorry i fucked your sister
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