Y’all millhouse, blew y’all head
Im the best thing since sliced bread,
Hand on her breast, i cop a feel
Be yourself, just show me you're real
And we havin' rough sex
A coward dies a thousand deaths
So you finally got the nerve
City bread just like the rangers
How you gonna breast feed me mom? (wah!)
To liberate yourself, africa
It wasn't about the sex
Leave the keys with that bitch, jets
The rest is in my mouth, including your girls breast
One parent above, the other live scared
Yeah my niggas stay with a little attitude
My rhymes result in friction,sure you need lube,
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