I wouldn´t diss my own mum,
So keep fronting till my peeps come
Witnessing what i did for d.c. though
When will dad be home, mum? i don't know
That you cant beat me, go ask your mum, to buy you a pair of these skills, son
And movin' you moanin', music on the counter in the kitchen
I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds
His mum was often loud, her misfortune distorted his doubts
I'll penetrate your mum with a rolling pin
Ten more depending on where wale going
I don't wanna ever come down from this cloud of loving you
And my mum is calling a person that is magic sue
Just like a cannon from the teen in nick
Treats mum like shit splattered on a brick
So slim davy please call up your mum
Nigeria inspired the talk drum
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