Burberry, quite a hell
And moms, she raised me well...
O wait...your moms already did/
But i remain the good kid
You ain't even call me on my birthday
Load em up quick, it's time for us to spray
Trying to catch me riding dirty
Your birthday and anniversary
See boy she been in love
Now you buying birthday presents
As: other plans got in the way
It ain't my birthday today
A fuck that we will never give is like our pops
Attractive as gobstoppers to all the fat moms
Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks
A washed up queer licking tampoons out your moms
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