Bruno mars gay ass trying to play with my dick. listen.
You can all get hit and we ain't lenient to women
And kill yourself and your clique
Bitch i'm all you need
Left chicago with good money for 5 drops
Verse 1: bruno mars still gayer than his juke box.
Hoes show me love, niggas give me props
Because you outta this world, you must be from mars
She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed
Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,
My outfits come from mars
Bitch got all them booty shots
My father was missing, war lord oliver north
Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,
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