And i ain't frontin for her
Throw ya in a chopper,
8 rappers all in a circle like a spherical choir/
But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her
Now look, don't make a grown nigga beg that ain't fair bitch
Kick their ass to the curb or throw em in a ditch,
Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad
Cop a house in the suburbs just to throw some parties at
The sad as happy throw a smile on that bitch
Blow my smoke out the window, dropping ashes on the bridge
Kill you then throw you in a whirlpool.
It all goes back to when i dropped outta school
So when i mention suicide, i'm being mr. literal
Proportions of the profit, runnin' numbers in a circle,
Throw me a different clip, maybe that will solve it
Moms really getting mad when i call you that
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