I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for
Sex time in the clutch you already know i deliver,
I'm an eskimo, nigga, i got cold bars
Rap 'bout the sex, still a virgin boss
But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her
Young, nigga having sex many ways with your mother.
I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home
Having sex till four o'clock in the mourn but u still checking your phone
I'm in traffic, distracted by the chat that i'm having
Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king
I been laughed at, hated on, no one would even play my songs
You was on a bed having intercourse with four whores,
Had i not been exposed to these things
We are having the time of our lives
I'm open to everything if you're inviting your sister
Phoma is having dinner, while the killer's awaiting by the river
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