Madonna momma, body bottled, you're fine. i'm finer
Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her
Locked in my room yeah, but i got some plans momma
They gotta like a nigga, call me obama
Now i can draw your face up pretty
One day my momma told me
Too stoned to kill a bird/
They call me say, word
Too stoned to kill a bird/
Fuck what you heard
Shit gets hectic i gotta kill and get stoned
We forever be real, we'll never fold
Fuck the judge tho i was fucken stoned
Doing time in the pen and your gram's old
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