Flows, imported from north pole
It's apart of her goal
Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich
- you gon' fuckin' love me bitch
Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich
Trip, and then you never snitch
The revolution will proceed
You suck on your daddys meat meat
Savage, a placid assassin stabbing your back with a jagged pole
Fuckin' voices follow me, emulatin' like twitter roll
Walk with heat cause talk is cheap
Got a lot money, no mouldy meat
Talking to yourself flingin of the pole
My goal is going gold with out selling my soul
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