Lyrics:
thirty talents
Court reporter catch the circus on the paper
File it in the system not
Acknowledged by the Maker
Swearing by the bible blatantly blasphemous
Gimme that Dunkie Butt and them big ol' legs, I ain't 2 hard 2 beg
Ain't no shame in this game, I'm gonna break it down and beg like Johnny
happy about it
And just want to spread the word
Um, I could've linked it in to
Other stuff
Like, I could-
Coulda made it robot themed
Cause you know
Cats
in her butt, I think it's stuck
Put some OG in the bag and said it's runtz
Banana clip, it's on the FN
Give 'em fruit punch
And it came wit a kick too
Oh, my, God Becky, look at her butt
It is so big, she looks like
One of those rap guys' girlfriends
But, ya know, who understands those rap guys?
Oh, my, God Becky, look at her butt
It is so big, she looks like
One of those rap guys' girlfriends
But, ya know, who understands those rap guys?
Iu0027m celibate
When I do my dirt donu0027t leave no evidence
Realest on the block
Baby wanna fuck
Cuz Selfmade run it up
Ball like Andrew luck
But
ladies
(Yeah)
Ladies
(Yeah)
Do you wanna roll in my Mercedes'
(Yeah)
Then turn around
Stick it out
Even white boys got to shout
Baby got back
Buchanan, respiratory failure was the key
Abe Lincoln, by an assassin's gunshot, R.I.P
It was a stroke that put Andrew Johnson into the ground
Ulysses Grant,
Eve what did we just do
We shouldn't have eaten from that tree of good and evil
Now we in estates of misery by what we going through
Baby, I'm so
rarely had it like that
I spit flame to maintain the name
Double A remember that
Amp Adams
I came in this thang bangin'
Slangin' anthems from the trunk
to ya buddy. I was talking with Marty about these dolls. Turns out, the uh, turns out the actual midget trolls were made in the 1300's, by, uh, Indian
him at a light (pussy)
I let my young nigga do it, it was free, he wanted a stripe (on God)
Havin' my way with the cheese, I'm in the den with
and racks (and racks, and racks, and racks)
In church on a Sunday
I get it back to back, go to work on a Monday
White on white tracksuit, 'cause you know
other MC's
Ye, it's a tragic site
Strap you in the car, hit the gas to the max
Hit it straight into a wall
Jump out last minute so you crash in it
Cops
Oh, my, God Becky, look at her butt
It is so big, she looks like
One of those rap guys' girlfriends
But, ya know, who understands those rap guys?
it’s been a while since I have seen you in the comments, got a fuckin’ attitude
No gratitude to cast a view, to let you move
So pass around the word in
Listen up money or should I say honey
Listen up money or should I say honey
In the beginning, there was Adam and Eve
But some try to make it
Look
Andrew got punched in the mouth
By that kid he called a poser
I guess sometimes you really get
What you deserve
Andrew, that is
His mother was so
as the plural United States. As they expanded, it became clear that the country was far from united, and in 1860, they waged their nation’s bloodiest war to date
tried to do one time in my youth when I euthanized
My poodle in junior high, used to hide in my room and fly
To the moon and try suicide with the glue
you want hang tight you gotta learn it right
Mom jeans mom jeans
Mom jeans what
I like the room in the back
Because I got a big butt
You put the one
too
See I'm talking wise as Yahweh and powerful as EL
I know most of y'all do it because all y'all is nosy as hell
Plus Adam was a dude so he did what
when we kiss and we cuddle, ain't no way to put it subtle
when I want the butt hole!
(Moaning in back round)
Another girl I met, her experience fast
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