Shes your sister, you eat that for dinner,
Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her
Hot, hot, hot! strange, old ain't hot.
Ain't no lockouts, the game don't stop
And later found out that was your sister
And the last one, he's in the mirror
She shift my gears and whispered in my ear
My sister was sectioned january last year,
Don't give them whats mine run game by the mile
Your my sister and it hurts though i know takes a wile,
So don't worry about me fuckin' your sister,
Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her
Fuck that job been around that block
I just explode, the kettle gets so hot
Poor little baby sister, she don't understand
When miles davis cuttin lose with the band
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