Put you on my dinner plate,bitch you sweet
But hey yo look, money from across the street
Hoping that hip-hop can surface and go-go again
I'll take your ass back to the 80's, dawg, 'cuz even back then,
Im happier when high and drunk
My g"s have been handcuffed,
Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring
And sure enough my dad came one morning
She said, "don't be fucking with nobody
The golden age, 90's, the rapper's ass funky,
And everybody's having sex
Well my song is sweet like adele's
Let's face it, i can’t replace
I shot my dad in the face
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