And he, what's his name, earl
You don’t even know your own damn girl,
With your girl i call her my dome bitch
Hop off my dick and make a fucking sandwich
Still listen to big
Your girl calls it hockey stick
A line after line printed fluently, grammar stupidly, horrendous, still
Still rappin' with free will, closin' in for the kill. ask your girl if she was on the pill.
Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus
Parents it ain't conductive, watch your girl, hit with that morning sickness
Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl
You better say goodbye to your parents and your girl
All them niggas pitch verbs, so they say
With your girl and her mate i had a three way
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