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to the ceiling
Midst of the war I piss on graves
Kids get graced by my piss poor waves
Never could imagine it living with perellis
Should of check ya rear view
And I'm doing shit that you never seen before
Having withdrawals, man, hurry with my boat

[Chorus]
Fuck you! Bitch fuck your mama too!
You can't fuck
even harder 
Tryin' to feed and water my seed, plus 
See dishonor caught up between bein' a father and a prima donna 
Baby mama drama screamin'
seed, plus
See dishonor caught up between bein' a father and a prima-donna
Baby mama drama screamin' on and too much
For me to want to say in one spot,
even harder 
Tryin' to feed and water my seed, plus 
See dishonor caught up between bein' a father and a prima donna 
Baby mama drama screamin'
and barely knows his own daughter 
But hold your nose 'cause here goes the cold water 
His hoes don't want him no mo, he's cold product 
They moved
ten thous for excitement 
That's how the day goes 
That's how the nights went Louis bags balenciagas 
The ones talked about by the fashion bloggers,
wall
Only difference is Chuck might give you that call
To march on Friday, yeah, it's kind of frightening
Let me move so I don't get hit by the bolt
[Chorus: Repeat 4x]
Gotta make the paper 
Can't let the paper make me
La di da di da di da

Thug come up in a fresh white Benz
Baby mama
and barely knows his own daughter 
But hold your nose 'cause here goes the cold water 
His hoes don't want him no mo, he's cold product 
They moved
and barely knows his own daughter 
But hold your nose 'cause here goes the cold water 
His hoes don't want him no mo, he's cold product 
They moved
and barely knows his own daughter 
But hold your nose 'cause here goes the cold water 
His hoes don't want him no mo, he's cold product 
They moved
the Dope House Prince

[Chorus 2X:]

[SPM]
I'm kinda hotta than lava, I got a dog that slobba
I might be yo father betta ask yo mama
I practice Karate like
the night, but I gotta be gone by the morning
You ain't gotta talk to me, ain't gotta see me
Every now and then like an old friend

[Chorus]

Baby he