I'm make this choppa spit and make it come out her nose
At the same damn time, gettin' hit on by a couple hoes
But when we scrap you gon make
I get my paper, y'all just hate
I surely make it fast and make their ass do the dash
I'm just taking names, then i'm kickin' ass
Two dyke jawns but tonight they straight
Guess what they got a choice to make
I make elevating music, you make elevator music
All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit
They say them colors must be fake
Stored in his mind to make,
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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