Black 3 cement, sag jean sitting - low
(uh, uh) there you go that's john doe
Hard to move on when you always regret one
Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,
My liver's cold, i got the frigid flow
He cried like a baby eya-eya o
Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party
Your just a mobile pile of shit like a porta potty,ill destroy your hobby
Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win
Of the nearest gas station,
Man up girl nigga, i don't give a fuck
Justin bieber you have permission to leave ugh/
Ferrari mikes, bitch, i’m on my car show
Doctor told him to eat jelly eya-eya o
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