It was hard for me and moms growing up
Had to d up like all in a titty cup
When moms held me down in a lock from a gripper
I was alerting her just to reinsert in her
That gal want me ride har
Yea got big stacks get me a car
Not feeling yall but im feeling ya moms
For multiple years, witness peers catch gunshots
It is not hard, swear to god. these niggas ain't real at all
Freddy jumped out from under the car and stabbed me in my eyeball
With the goons i spar
Who smokin in my car?
When i overheard some cocks talking bout my moms
So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots
A fuck that we will never give is like our pops
Attractive as gobstoppers to all the fat moms
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