Palms are sweaty, i'm nervous.
But i guess that shit's just tough love
A biggie imposter bout to turn you into bacon to eat with some flap jacks
I know they mad i’m on, but that's too bad cause err shit, i'm here to stay i brought my bags
My palms sweaty, the mic's slippin thru cemeteries
Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze
At stores they feed into me gettin all sweaty and nervous
See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was
Still living home with ya moms/
I like bitches in air maxes without socks
I fell out of my moms golden vagina which a remindsa me that im a golden kid,
It use to be love, happiness and companionshipremember when i treated you good
Your balls big vagina
Who knows what the
Mommy all on me cause i'm touching her belly
I'm hot, and ready you better be sweaty,
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