Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts
My daddy drank and my momma did drugs;
And i mean it (and i mean it)
Got her sayin' you be killin' that shit
I promised momma that i wouldn't curse,
We gotta get back to what really matters
Brotha lynch may be mean
Starin at the wall, heard a scream
Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are
Madonna momma, body bottled, you're fine. i'm finer
Then keep your change like an oink machine
Whats non compos mentis mean?
When pops a perv, and momma been promiscuous/
Amen, they say you only live once
I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love
Momma, i'mma grow one day to be famous
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