Through the years tryin to stack a little green
To get more attention for the struggling theme
But every time i smoke, well, a nigga mind gone
And that's why my insane mind's be telling to do this song
Heh, if the autotune's gone
Your still gunna make it into my song,
So this to you, i present, is my final song.
Send him the voicemail cause we all the way gone
They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn
Out i and i use them for ping pong this is raps theme song
This is the end of my fucking song
We buy out stores till its all too gone
I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team
On my beam merrily we roll along aint no theme
Throw a rhyme every line,can't follow a theme, fuck a bitch,in her tummy. my dick
Grown man shit tonight no romance shit and you should make this bedroom like monday night at magic
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