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She said she work at the Burger King told that bitch bring me some fries/
I ain’t for the chasin to me all these bitches are bases they just give me places to slide/
Bitch make up your mind, you wanna be down with a nigga that’s fit for the crown/
Or you wanna be riding the train, with the child of a lame, Allthewhile you still swallowing mine/
I suggest you think hard, but the answer’s quite simple, That boy bound to pop like a pimple/
I was born a star, & Shawty I’d hate to exempt you from laying in that presidential/
Cause life could be sweet, I swear when I write I’ma beast got more hot shit than diapers in heat/
You are what you eat, & you niggas all type of ass, Niggas pussy & all type of mad/
I just wish I could sympathize, here I go again with lies, really I don’t give a fuck/
& you could get it anytime, Cause these biscuits are fit for your breakfast, your dinner, & lunch/
So you can just pick a time, & I promise that I’ll be there happily waiting for niggas to front/
This ain’t what you want, get hype off that durk & get found in the back of a trunk/
I’m smoking that skunk, call this that pepe lepew, Got your bitch laying next to me too/
& She tryna get drunk, but nah I just fuck her, Cause I bagged too easy & now I don’t trust her/
If I fall asleep she might call up her nigga to rob me, these bitches are sly motherfuckers/
& I can’t afford to get caught up, I beat it then told her to beat it, She dipped in that car that you bought her/
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