Mentally he's less than me, and i'm guessing sweet as sara lee
I'm just ridin i done put a thousand miles on my body
Dependin' on how i feel, either the coupe or sedan
All you're talking about is gay shit, and fucking a man.
Third ward general, young cash money
I stay making bread, i married sarah lee
Fucking funny, hilarious, great, gay is what i appear?
Don’t grin on me wit’ them long stares, you ain’t god unless no fear
And niggas flashing crazy
Bruce lee kicking tidal waves at sea
Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years
But my ex is so gay i think he bought a purse
All up under the covers day
Because what you spit is gay,
What a gay say is what losers say when they get off the way
So hit me with them cups, ron artest stepen jackson, yea
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