Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto
Its tragic tho, been cast a role to crash into traffic slamming in panic to a faggot hoe
From tampa all the way to alabama,you can hear them donks trunks slamming
And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing
Being beaten up to the one slamming others to the ground
Girl you’re gonna want another round, another round
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