Spitting on the side walk cussing on the curb
Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard
A fun chick its nothin to break funds with
No failed romances, no second glances,
That you looking like an angel-sent from the heavens, god bless your every angle
You said that my rhymes belong on disney, but yet you want no cussing in a rap battle
High: that's why they call us planes
No hesitations no waits
No groom husband, no bloom
And her smile lit up the room
Ballin til the buzzer blow
// [oh no i won't back down, oh no]
With no guns and no shields
I'm why baby mamas leave
No one no where no why no how
Even if i ever leave now
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