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Fuck your fucken sex fuck your candy

Associating light skin with classy

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

We share, don't wanna, cool i break, your breast, thighs, legs,

Convertibles with turbo jets

I dont give a fuck about your sex

Im the best thing since sliced bread,

Sunroof flow so over your head

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

Just who is malcolm sex

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

My rhymes result in friction,sure you need lube,

You would bet on malcolm sex

After lebron, i'm what's next

Turkey bologna with cheese but no nachos

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes