I had the british shows talkin bout bring him back
Yo poor ass probably live with your mom in a shack
The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her
Sick of being in trouble because of my demeanor/
Cause we been off them slave ships
My mom gave me two selections
As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets
You're not unique, what, you got with my mom, in the sheets?
My dads deadpool and my mom black widow
Ok, polo with no horse though, d.c. well of course though
Mom keep my house fully stocked with candy
And all women who had light features, see
By any means, if ya like it or not
Catch your mom in my home, with my cock,
At least not until my mom leaves
So if you wanna leave
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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