Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag
I guess it was that bad, i hope your sad go ahead and tell your dad,
And i dont even wanna discuss
But i guess that shit's just tough love
You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass
Thank you for my wife. for my son and everything i have,
But more less the vest i'm comin for ya'll neck
And my dad do quick pumps, i was sure she was dead.
I'm on my uk shit
Mum and dad dintnt like it
I'm scary aren't i son
But somehow it made them listen
Mom and dad are on my dick bout everything i fucking do
Get the r. kelly tape and see how we piss on you
Just think of all the people that you knew in the past
My son and i have been dealt one crappy hand,
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