Bitches these days have sex so much and end up with so many fucking kids
It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks
Out here fucking bitches popping bands
He in bootcamp, you on food stamps
I used to sneak and smoke stress weed
The drug that they brain need
The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy
Those bitches are on standby gasping fucking breathlessly,
Told them i love it when bitches roll up my weed for me
That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money
Just as you rose you will fall
That hands you weed and alcohol
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