A full time sex slave, never find another
Look, if i have another son, it's your brother
And i know you miss me tooshe sighed then she said
Son, you think your good, get it out of your head,
When they feel safe on some bitch shit
Forever lost in your hypnotic
Get more props than you've got in your whole life son
And stay focused on the women and you get less done
So get lost with your gimmicks
Two whips, six tattoos, no kids
See i ain't the coach, but i make a girl run till she open
Distance and friction, never mentioned when it meant your blessed trips son
Fuck fame, fuck money
Lost in your felony
I don't want your fucking votes son
Yeah bitch this date's done
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