You spit that end rhyme trash i'm spittin syllables two or three
When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free
For the next one to call me up talking that shit
It's only one round, two or three i don't need it
Father fuckin her, older man fuckin her sis
Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,
Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,
See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love
So here it is on myself ... are you ready one , two three lets go
Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow
I’m so 100 with every nigga i run with
U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!
Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy
The hardest four bars, and i aint even count to three
Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic
Henny got me spinnin like a fuc*in hurricane kick
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