Jazz talkin, i bet i pick and roll with your bitch
Go fuck fendi cassh and bugatti boy rich
What i'm tryna say is that battier's a gay boy
Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy
You ain't gotta hit the club no more
But fuck with me, boy, that means war
Boy, boy,ho, ho, what the fuck you gon' do when the world is done fuckin with you
And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true
All this is hard on him too, but he is such a strong boy,
Turn the hate on, eyes on me with their kiddie coy
Your bars may flow but mine destroy
When i was just a boy
I only got four minutes
So what i say boy, is... fuck critics
They vaguely decipher my language
Munch. this is lunch, fuck a mallet, punch,
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