They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box
Not feeling yall but im feeling ya moms
When i overheard some cocks talking bout my moms
I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box
Call your moms, tell her to plan yer burial
I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel
When the depth chart came, there was no me there
Like lindsay lohan's vagina hair
Penis, vagina im a mixture of all it
Shorty throw it back and a nigga might love that
Sb nike's, with the grey box
I remember waking to my moms
And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' jewels
Fuck the lord, god and jesus can suck my saggy nuts
Shows to do, got record to sell
And moms, she raised me well...
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