A taste of my acids kid, i’ll never be on that faggot shit,
Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that
Got a lot money, no mouldy meat
Sometimes i think, what i need
Hey baster stop battling me (carl c) your master, your spiting some eggs
And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex
You'll never meet (meat) me
Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy
Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin
Told my old lady to make me eggs without warning
You wonda why they call u bitch
Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich
Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich
Rack rack city bitch
Style is patent, the measures is drastic
Protein-packed like a powerbar hat trick
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