Y’all baptist cheats and catholic priests had to be raw,
But all she ever want me to do is unhook her bra
The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.
Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts
I bring the heat like the
Your gonna be on top nigga
In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave
Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face
And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!
Hating on my team until they see we won't lose
Couple of ‘em dimes, but all my hoes is hard to find
My neighborhood is baptist so i guess i'll pray to jesus christ,
The bigger the the fun
Takin' breaks will leave you broken
So call the coroner or the mortician for the the
Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla
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