Your mother was a baby boomer i fucked her on a table at hooters and passed her to my shooters
Never seen a creator consulting his users all the others are faggots, all the others are losers
Others hide behind lies
Rollin' down the four o five
Straight g thing, double m g thing
To get beside the others snickering
He proclaims to others with grief
Got tired of running from the police
I used to have a nine to five
Others hide behind lies
Others dance with each others other,
I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her
Your raps were 'cool' brother, it fooled others!
This is only for the hip-hop lovers
Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips
Not to mention for others in other dimensions
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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