Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes
Drinkin' 40's, whippin' shit, and talkin' shit, their overtones,
Catch me in the kitchen whippin with a gold pot
I ain't for that work, trying to see my daughter walk
In the kitchen whippin boy stupid hot
Or the fact when the money go up, it won’t stop
Super size future conversations be like hella high dropping beats no retreat sweeten up the weekend
I'm givin' a whippin' to chickens who dissin' and flippin' my lip 'til i'm diggin' your crypt
Catch me in the kitchen whippin with a gold pot
Then she riding on the topshe about to make it pop
I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one
Would you really just think that i'd not come back whippin' ass like i'm mike tyson,
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