In the kitchen whippin boy stupid hot
Banker banker, dealership, and the rim shop
I pray the lord my guns to keep
Damn, uh, nigga drop the beat,
My first rap is off the dome, no beat just rap along.
Baby, you're the inspiration of this precious song
- i've reached a place where hot magma is the warmth provider
So i told her i got something you've been waiting for
I fucking hate this job
Get it hot in the pot
Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing
Im hot the only time that i flop is when im rocking
My ex bitch bitter now cause everything sweet
Gave me up in a heart beat. the streets is what i need,
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