Then take it down slow
Your mom blows, she's a hoe
White coke, tan dope, black gun, trey deuce
Intestines wrapped around your neck like a noose
We can’t even talk ‘less you got the check
Ill say im your friend then ill snap your neck
Il bust that tec across your deck and across your neck
Why? cause i really didn’t wanna get my shit wet
Talk your shit n im slicin at your neck
The lights may flicker, your face feels red
Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies
Trophy//is not taking a shower when your mom pussy juices soak me//i'ma live
With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly
I'm so corrupt i fucked your mom and she paid me.
And i'mma show you how the south was won
But did you think about your mom,
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