And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth
And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes
Oooohh... you've got a sin, baby
So while the world goes drake crazy
Laugh at me i'm white as bleach in diaper sheets
Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans
Indeed, the flow raw just the same as my levi jeans
Baby mama a weed head baby barely eats
My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee
Tell my baby daddy that's his baby (that's his baby)
Tryna make the perfect odds like he got a fetish
Maharishi kicks and bape tee's i really do this
You got baby mama drama, you aint even got you a baby
Plus she's glad for the little things she hasand over there there's a lady
Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free
Well you gotta know baby
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