Fucking him like my gf emmy eya-eya o
They know i'm tryna get that montana dough
I'm just saying, i ain't bitching though
On his way back to home eya-eya o
I don't know.. what you're lookin' for
Mother, o my mother
Suckas is talking like i ain't still around
I drop o after o of the loud,
Go go go go fuck your assy hole eya-eya o
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
He was entrapped by a storm eya-eya o
But seemingly believe it though
He cried like a baby eya-eya o
Jim chose to give his work to smash in dough
O wait...your moms already did/
To see you and you hated
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