This is the part where we run hip hop
Catch your mom in my home, with my cock,
I'm pacing back and forth my heart rate is changing
And getting money is the song i sing
Treat yo mom like one of my bitches
Thick girls, small frame, please watch ya tummy miss
I'mma keep it real kid i’m just hatinain’t a opportunity i ain’t take close chase
Angela..... forever changing my ways, here's to hopin she stays with me through all of my days...
Everyday calling my mom on her cellular phone.
You gon' miss a good thing, end up bitter alone
And my only fear's a wedding ring
My mom is so hardworking,
Just regret the fact that i left too soon
My mom doing drugs in her bedroom
Every year i get it out
My mom makes me feel so proud
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