You going to the club though, you soaking in sorrow
Tell me, why doesn't your ass just suck dick and lay low?
Take you to your fucking grave along with yo whole tiny street
Before this rapping, i was trappin', getting work cheap
My dick romaine lettuce and yours some stank ass cabbage
You oughta see this, my modded sneaker is often three much
And i was one of the fish in this tiny small island
Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust
Perfect ass that i'd love to direct, inject my erect dick into/
I'm selling wisdom, just try and listen i'm tryna get you
Got my carry-on but really wish i had a pound with me though
Snoopin for sach, in his tiny little ballsack your lucky, im mellow
Crushin up your mind into tiny pieces of brain dust
After pleasure there’s paineven though we're broke for the moment
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