Don’t know if i’m ‘posed to take you out
Gonna blow the roof off and make you proud
To the same plant, and the same pants
She do it with no hands
Shout out them strippers who hustle
Attached like pants keepin casual
Your pants get hit with cancer
Shit i'm the the rapper
From that. from where i come from, can't even afford pants.
But it made me the man i am today, thanks
Two for the pads, and two to take down your momma's pants
Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands
Fuck crappy haircuts and these khaki pants,
I got a green bag with them blue strands
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