But did you think about your mom,
Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong
I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king
Im a screw up i just screw just so that im screwing
Ya'll don't even know the name of my flip
Your mom would rather raise a maggot
Little nigga so they picked on him, hassled him
I wish your mom had an abortion
Geechi on her, came back: a million chains
Remember driving upstate text your mom updates.
Catch your mom in my home, with my cock,
We dig the plot and never bury pot
Running to your mom she's be wishing your dad had a vasectomy
And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree
But bitch you dumb as fuck to right from wrong
Got those 7 digits from your mom at the pawn/
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