Killa you already know harlem
But i will still give your mum my drops of cum
That's all u need is death
Yes sir, please confess
To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds
His mum was often loud, her misfortune distorted his doubts
Grow older, closer to death.
Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress
Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears
The last thing i said to n ur mum n dad was die a payneful death
Going to class taking notes is what my mum thinks
Who know this be the life that i really live
Weed’s played out, they on that pill shit
Mum and dad dintnt like it
Me and your mum had rough sex
After lebron, i'm what's next
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