Little gay looking boy
Hold up, hold up, hold up, we bear the croix
All my niggas rolling, and we bout that gun play
Eighth grade i got a message on facebook from a gay,
Like animals rutting, loving, lusting, fucking,
And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing
Bun b, i’m underground king
My shit, i know u loving
They fucking me and loving me
Must be something you want me to see
Loving you is my pleasure
It still will come up clever
With yo momma’s dutch oven that she’s loving.
She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing
Yeah you can call that nigga gay
Doin wild shit, lookin at the sun don't pay
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