Drop her, pick her up and tomahawk her/
Because you gotta finish a paper
I guess i got to be a fucking hand-me-down rapper
You aint gunna find her, mantel her from behind ima grind her
Doggy her favorite, blackbird her favorite
Shorty throw it back and a nigga might love that
For those whey no fit dey fix son
Her eyes stay low call her asian
It's real dog, i live in the fire
And i hugged her and told her id miss her,
You aint strapped like saggy boobs
Mariah tunes and five flutes
Dick her down kick her out
Baby heading down a cloud
Period gonei'm off the hook like cordless phonesmy identity so right
Oh you're a guy oops!still like your man boobs this is a rap with no hooks its like/
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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