I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds
His mum was often loud, her misfortune distorted his doubts
I care for you more than my mum
Roll wit ace, khaled and them
I'm on deck i'm up next
Me and your mum had rough sex
Please prop me anyway i'm really desperate for attention. thanks!
Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands
Been a star since i was back in one time
Wasting your time, im fine no thanks decline,
But thanks to the heaven above,
So my next joint don't got to be so rough
My mum always told me to check the roads before crossing
You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king
And this da fuckin thanks i get?
We can’t even talk ‘less you got the check
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