Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad
I'mmma beat you. cuase you know im better than. you always had.
And he, what's his name, earl
You say you love yo girl
Have some adultery, baby, don't you go be so childish
You say well fuck these cochraoches i didn't come to coach this.
Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag
Why you let these hoes tear what we had right apart, oh i was so mad
The boa know they loving the crew
Don't say i didn't warn you
Woof, bitch, top doglay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack
Why you let these hoes tear what we had right apart, oh i was so mad
And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that
Why you let these hoes tear what we had right apart, oh i was so mad
Metaphorically you can say
For a perfect mother’s day
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