Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair
And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care
And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,
Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process
The outline which you n****s out dated
Bitches asses looking like dalmatians and shit
I make the moves, that's why i'm rhyming illegally with dynamic funk,
Never let another rap nigga hit it from back or the front
It´s the battle of life
And when i start to rise
She said she got another man on the side that she rockin with/
And i know you lookin at me like you don't speak english
She dig me, got my dick in the dirt
I ain't trynna be forward
That act black / till the upper half of their body moves so far back
Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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