How bout we blow this bit
Mum and dad dintnt like it
Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good
I wish my dad never did what he did
Like football your ass smacked dad
Bring that shit the fuck back
And my dad do quick pumps, i was sure she was dead.
But more less the vest i'm comin for ya'll neck
Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that
I was like six without a clue or a doubt, come on now tell me (what up dad?)
Been running around trying find a job
Lil sad tho cus my dad kno i don't smoke
But every nigga who can read gotta get his issue
Mom and dad are on my dick bout everything i fucking do
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