Wait, now it's about eight something
My shit, i know u loving
My mom makes me feel so proud
I drive that all around
Catch your mom in my home, with my cock,
I'm wale, the new nigga on the block
Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong
Bet the farm on the rhyme for the sake of my mom
Slurring my words mom knows i'm drunk
Fresh to death that bullshit irrelevant
Destined to win, get respect where i live
Treat yo mom like one of my bitches
I am not loving my financial sitch right now
Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow
We all dream one day we kings and queens
At least not until my mom leaves
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