Napalm at your chest- sonnin' cats, to date the moms with the chests
Not too many options when you coming from the projects
Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit
And that's action your wack rap pad'll have a fat chance catchin' on that ballot
Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto
I got the sickest flow, i got your moms seven digits for 1 dollar not a penny mo,
So i can see your fat ass tryna run
I'm finna break this blunt down and burn me up one
I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms
Attractive as gobstoppers to all the fat moms
I shall entrap, your ass, its fat
When that money calls i holla back
Jawan harris:have you ever loved someone so bad
Yeah you think you're all that cuz your snap back and your fat stack/
He could own that, shawty, i'mma lease that
While your fat ass mother made you babysit
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