Cause this is how i feel when i ain’t rappin on the mic you bitch
I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge
But you hate them navel kisses
Girl i love you that's a sickness
Cause when i make this stew
You still love me? i do!
Just me and my two of my dudes, blue man crew
When i buried you, i buried me to,
Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses
I know you love singing listen to this
My baby and my closest friend, i love you baby girl.
Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl
Whore momy that i didnt do it, plus boy, i can say words, you couldnt even fuck one
While you fucking with mei'm a self-made millionaire!thug livin', out of prison
Don't fuck around and make it true
Girl you know i want you
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