The outline which you n****s out dated
Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good
Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six
My mom gave me two selections
That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get
I bet this brother be a better oneif i upset you don't stress never forget
But seemingly believe it though
Your mom blows, she's a hoe
Chorus: you only get one mom and dad, but remember your mom
Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john
I finally got a girl, mom!/
When you took my hand up so calm
And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,
The best is that which i accept and nothing less
I need a backyard full court size
It´s the battle of life
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