But if ya with me, you would'n't be with that guy
You can pick apart my raps, i ain’t told ya na’ lie
Moms really getting mad when i call you that
That poor guy cant even take a hit
In case i don't get intell all my people i'm a ridahnobody cries when we die
Im that influential product you buy i have everything a girl wants in a guy
Run around town, looking for a guy that sell that tree,
I'm leaving you for the last time, baby
I just reflect on how i ain't met you, yet boo
It's a shame that young girls want to end up like you,
With yo momma’s dutch oven that she’s loving.
Either dumb or smokin' dippers or something
Cuz you aint slippin by, names princess but bio says that he's a guy
And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie
Great sex, she ain't slept, she can't rest tomorrows that big test
Leaving a jaw in awe unable t-t-t-to comment.
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