4-3... yea, remember that please
Those tits im gonna squeeze
Grows stronger, like it don't belong here
I figured out that it don't matter for real
Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits
This rap suppose to be a kiss to your mom tits
If we ain't fucking for the moment then we doin' nothing
Suffer is your worth you're ducking sperm tits jiggling
That grows under my skin, it's infectious, atomic vomit
Whole team full of og’s packing fo-fo’s on the hip hip
As i spit the flame grows higher and higher,
Got the perfect plan to help me get her
Until your tits fall off into your lap
They napped and slept on me, man, i hate black
Thinks he's the tits but that crap's fallacious, tremendously heinous
Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love
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