Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips
Forget your balls, and grow a pair of tits
She graduated top of the class
Big tits and a big ass
Suffer is your worth you're ducking sperm tits jiggling
Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing
It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple
Forever i ain't run yet and i never will
I bet this brother be a better oneif i upset you don't stress never forget
That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get
The outline which you n****s out dated
In the midst of a fire pit
I got pics of this bitch with her little tits
Think it's time you and i need to call it quits
Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love
Thinks he's the tits but that crap's fallacious, tremendously heinous
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