And my only fear's a wedding ring
Ill shoot clown and leave little kids crying
Getting a little more than an hour's pay
What the feigns say, few roaches you need spray
I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms
Killed by the violent kids equipped with firearms
Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips
Why are the little kids having little kids
Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips
Bitch i'll sift your shit and swiftly switch, i'm torturing little kids,
First letter says motherfucker you're dead
Cause i’m getting more kids, then michael’s bed/
A beats getting killed, when ratattat comes through
Don't 'nar confuse, i ain't a friend of you
Little kids gonna remember me, like a catholic priest.
Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field
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