Yea I think the mattress temper-putic
They ain't have the balls to do this
Teachers really marveled tutors
Shit I met her at the Carl's Jr
I was starving at the club late
This the sub bass
Fuck yo dubbed tape
Make her butt shake
They got the stuck face
Smooth as crushed grapes
Can I have the cupcake
Her weight fluctuates
That's part of feng shui
I never pump fake
Told her come play
Get off the runway
I do this six ways from Sunday
Them lil weekends starting to feel
Just like a lunch break
Take some time off
Get yo shine on
Don't wait for the rookies
I ain't never waiting 2 weeks for pussy
So don't push me
They only cry when they wrong
Don't get involved
These lil rappers always be
On the under card
Disconnect from the motherboard
Let it take its course
Die in the desert
That's my pleasure
Don't get no stripes for my effort
Cause I just did it better
Yea
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