My g"s have been handcuffed,
Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust
Few days back my sister lost her son....
What up girl, tell me how you been
It ain't my birthday today
If you out there let me hear you say
My words play like i'm a father at a birthday meet.
Crossed them powers or devoured in a heartbeat
At my homegirls birthday party, little did i know later
Tryna find a secret garden just like tyler the creator
I'm a brute, your sister blow my flute,
Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute
Don't like my birthday gifts so just give me back the receipt
Fine women love losers, that treat 'em bad and cheap
And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please
My sister, my sister, don't give up your body to impress them nobodies.
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