When i pull out my cock, and slap her in the face.
But you never come when you period is five days
How you gonna look in your son's face and turn your back
Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack
Bitch don´t fuck with me, i´ll murder you that´s for free.
If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see
Cause bitch, you can try and spit shit or take a hit/
We gonna ball all year, nigga know that
I lead on record's dedicaton for makin' better music is now
Bout' those alien girls you met down the pit, talking bout' living in your pants, wow.
Cause this is how i feel when i ain’t rappin on the mic you bitch
Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message
Oh, i was raised by the stop sign
Your raps don"t even rhyme!
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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