Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets
I got pics of this bitch with her little tits
Teachers do is tell us what to do
You good man, we don't want you
Don't do what your forced to do, do what makes you happy
And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see
I feel i need to conquer him, see what i can do with him/
I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win
Straight bad bitches i run, through
What i'm willing to do
Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards
Jackin my minidick to fake big tits and blondes
You need but now.. he ain't even takin care of you
To get to this guap, do what i gotta do
He's in it for the sportrunnin circles round his
I'll explain what a pain this life with a big dick is:
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