Where′s the food? I’m hungry in this b#tch
If it′s not the belly then my finger got the itch
Better keep distraction with the super duper flex
See me text, roll a scroll even hit the bowl next
Keep to mine, like who the f#ck is this dude
What the f#ck do he do? And how he make it seem cool
I don’t know, maybe it’s the smile
The one that makes the girlies wet and mama′s acting wild
No disrespecting, respect if you respecting
But rather unpredictable, unless you be predicting
It should be obvious, it doesn′t take a genius
I’m in it for the thrill of it, like joy of feeling happiness
Yeah! A Blast! And don′t forget the cash
Cuz ain’t nobody eating if they gotta pay the tabs
Ain′t nobody shaking #ss, can’t afford the gas
Settle down for mediocre or a lower class
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