Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days
I m gonna fuck u hard and fast like i m in a race
Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why
After all the weed....now i m feeling very high...
Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus
I m stuck with my laptop in this shitty office...
Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was
Hey y'all i''m sick like necrophiliacs in graveyards
Bt i m still writing my rap which is lyrical and melodious....
And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love
Used to call me the african don dada
I"m ah gut you and the bitch that's with ya
Scram i;m done with you piece of shit boo
Teenage parties, i recommend you
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