Ain't no fathers but the skinny niggas tryna hit their daughters
Leaving you with problems like sewage, could be a blessing and a damn curse/
We up in that magic city throwing up them dollars
Upon listening to a verse your leaving in a hearse
And he, what's his name, earl
And once i met a good girl
And what i done just ain't enough
I want a girl to love
Ain't like my job or guys i employ
Little girl for a big boy,
I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt
A few tokes n you'll choke leaving you mentally impaired.
Got my carry-on but really wish i had a pound with me though
Leaving you with a breathing device, screaming "just let go!"
Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family
Leaving a pollution of cannabis behind me,
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