But my dad didnt make it
Back up on my fly shit
And mom would sit there quietly and dad would make me finally
That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free
Streets bad, tyga ill, drake magic
your raps are sick like an ill dick
And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see
Running to your mom she's be wishing your dad had a vasectomy
This nigga can suck my dick
And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick
Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die
Ill stick my dick in your girls ass and finger blast her vagina to great mass i
If no one's there to listen guess i'll put it in the music
You rap so bad your girl left you and came to suck my dick,
Ball dreams of being pointguard was off limits jack
You shouldn't even call yourselves a mom and dad
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