Sprung from your moms bum, oh and bang it like a tin dong,
Me and juan ensurin' you that your slut daughters gone
I better get my gown
Kick your shoes off, let your hair down
We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue
I think the fuckin product in your hair leaked through
They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win
Sick like an infection, and no recollection
If its not couture, i will not go to her
Meanwhile, your moms just lookin for the #highest #bidder
Did give you a good scare raised the hair on the back of your neck bitch beware,
When things went wrong we'd blame mamai reminisce on the stress i caused, it was hell
Sides dissection im infection in your lifes stead
Sb horror pack monsters under my bed
Your hair in a french braid you can make it work
Suspended from school coolest nigga without effort
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