We vegetables, on them record labels
Rhyming way too much, god this rap sucks
The beer flowin' like water, louie bag with the prada
Lemme spark it off unorthodox, joey bada$$,
Your bitch sucks dick like kobayashi
The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free
Without even putting anything on his dick,
And she got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick
And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth
To pull his dick from the dirt, and fuck the whole universe
I'll suck his dick then skip to the kitchen, spit it in your nasty face
Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace
Her boyfriend joey emerges from the christmas tree he’s finished recording.
So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin
Fuck around, y'all gonna be up on the maury show
His dick ain't narrow, comin straight from the ghetto
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