Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin
My mum always told me to check the roads before crossing
And we here to stay
A foster mum while they
40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',
Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one
And it ain't no problem
I wouldn´t diss my own mum,
I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them
So slim davy please call up your mum
That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get
So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed
And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,
Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress
Get it girl, keep that motor running
Mum you can do it, it's a long time coming,
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