The corn-tops ripe and the old breeze blowin',
So if it comes down, may the best man win
Red berry everywhere, got puff getting jealous
Bitch jealousy is a disease and its infectious
Through slavery and doing years of confinement
One hood with 20 four-four's like a cloned kobe bryant
Watch some porn suck my dick while i eat some pop corn
I'm the doctor you my nurse in a uniform
The owner bout to prosecute, the niggas tell her that she's cute
You couldnt make a belemic puke on a piece of fuckin corn and peanut poop
That i'm worth my weight in gold and still disease free
Of the vhs especially during sex baby
Child and only second best like scottie,period fuck damn my cock bloody,
To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money
Must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state
So that's 2 mistakes 1 big headache and 1 sorry mom cake to bake
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