I keep on puffing till my chest hurts ill keep on chatting up these girls
It's utterly bologna, so i'm muslim to these rappers
Should have never let me free/ filled with hate / evil doings on my plate./
Go ahead admit it faggot, this shit is tighter than butt rape
Play this shit while you contemplate
Whats gonna be on the dinner plate,
Who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend
These days i try my best, still got a load on my chest
Takes the weights off my chest
Never ever pay rent
Put you on my dinner plate,bitch you sweet
But hey yo look, money from across the street
Down to ride to the bloody end, just me and my girlfriend
Terrorist, bomb on my chest, jealous cuz i'm better than the rest,
Without your love it's cold as fuck
Yo, there's something on my chest (what?)
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