Scissor hands slice it up like spicy subway sandwiches.
He's in it for the sportrunnin circles round his
Stomach rumbles low, never stole the dough and butter
From a light-skinned girl to a dark-skinned brother
We're barely making dollars at our peanut jobs, close to me,
That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money
See, my bitch is imported - she came from overseas
We ate, not capri suns and sandwiches and sunny d's,
Cause you be lookin fatter from eatin too many peanut butter pancakes
You saying you dominate is like showing a fake id saying your last names
I’m young and wild and i charm our old mother
Valerie’s legs would spread as often as butter
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