Fuck her tell she wimper,perfect there is no thicker,
Now shining in the broad day light, go figure
Well, gotta go the next paper is callin for my pen to create a perfect ten,
Instead of countin sheep, niggas countin cannibalsand that's how it is in the pen
Pants get stone, we call it the breakdown
Why, why, are is he tripping down?
Is that why you spat rhino
People love hodgy i hate you though
Money trees is the perfect place for shade and that's just how i feel
Usually defecation, now i'm pissing in your ear
Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win
Is making the perfect potion
Champaign by your tub, rose pedals as she walk, you know the floor don't need to see you
Why his beloved forever wept as a nervous wreck behind the perfect view
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