As: other plans got in the way
Right to wear your mom stay
My mom gave me two selections
I was playing with guns
Your mom blows, she's a hoe
Got it matching though
My mom, it was the bomb,
Full of shit, like i ate that john
Sitting on the couch, that was my uncle bobby
When mom && dad got drunk, daddy abused mommy
So i thanks for my mom
No tats dey for my arm
Uh, that's the sound your mom makes,
Never the gold, i wanted gold plated chains
Everyday calling my mom on her cellular phone.
The streets in need of a king, you can tell 'em i’m home
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