I’m never going to treat you like I should
What’s the point of rapping when your rapping alone
Sometimes I drive fast just to get my way home
What’s the point of checking no one texting my phone
What’s the point of living I can’t see myself growing, damn
I keep the socks high, always eating Popeyes
Got the chicken tender meal
Always skrrting on the wheel
I never tell them what I feel
Got the Pumas or the Nike’s on
Yes I keep it fancy like Filet Minon
If you like it I just give it to you raw
Check thе quarter zone
Leaving broad trails likе a Capone it’s on
But back to the subject
I have to suspect
That Anthony likes n#gg#s into buff butt sex
So I tell him what’s next
He left me perplexed
If the homie gay he didn’t have to flex
Yes he giving straight head
He giving straight dome
The nut dripping until he created foam
I like them red heads
Chilling with the rubber duckies while I f#ck her in the bed
Then I give the rubber duckies a piece of a white bread
Then I grab the butter knife cause the p#ss# I had to spread
Add a little Jelly making sure the colors red
Let me think about my raps
Stopping in the middle
While her cheeks clapping
Take a break she’s relaxing
Saying daddy got practice
Yea she rocking on the mattress
Bad as f#ck like an actress
Woah
I guess we switching the flow
Take a step back we doing it slow
All these b#tches just for show
You already know how it go
Revving up this b#tch while your b#tch give me lock jaw
Not flawed
Homie rolling up a spliff to avoid laws
c#ck drawn
Give it to your mans leave him blue balled
What’s wrong?
Dick bigger than a Walmart
Hallmark
Auntie going crazy while raw dog
Gma in the kitchen cooking hotdogs
They say, I like to two step to Marvin
Smack a b#tch dip, then I hit the Carlton
Rotten cotton gotta n#gg# rich in Boston
Often, f#cking on a white b#tch
Big b#tch leave you hacking, coughing, screaming
She grab me on my #ss then I’m leaving
Fending for these shawties trying to find the deep end
We in, control of your hoe
Sucking t#tt#es no teething
Feeding, my n#gg#s Golden Chicken on the weekends
Heman, screaming
When I shoot her full of s#men
Rings on my finger so the cops know who did the beating
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