Yeah I got my paperwork
I rolled it into this doobie
It’s a-nother day
We, free to play
No need for escaping
in the escalade
we rolling fat
and roll them fat
splattering mad haters faces
wit a baseball bat
top cat
in a top hat
you know I dont play that
dog, best you aint no rat
but those fools running they mouth
all across the ***** south
makin me wanna ralph
or maybe you prefer *****
homeboy I’m on it
like an inbound comet
wanna make a mom bet?
I figure yours would take all 8
**** gape
then yell ****
take her on a date
leave her in my wake
still rollin on
smoking bongs
dabbin grams
pushing prams
yeah I’m a daddy but my kids all grown
leave em alone
give yo mom a bone –
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 12:27 PM UTC
Yeah I got my paperwork
I rolled it into this doobie
It’s a-nother day
We, free to play
No need for escaping
in the escalade
we rolling fat
and roll them fat
splattering mad haters faces
wit a baseball bat
top cat
in a top hat
you know I dont play that
dog, best you aint no rat
but those fools running they mouth
all across the ***** south
makin me wanna ralph
or maybe you prefer *****
homeboy I’m on it
like an inbound comet
wanna make a mom bet?
I figure yours would take all 8
**** gape
then yell ****
take her on a date
leave her in my wake
still rollin on
smoking bongs
dabbin grams
pushing prams
yeah I’m a daddy but my kids all grown
leave em alone
give yo mom a bone –
I wish I could give this up...but sometimes the muse of ****** rap visits me, and all of you are forced to deal with it.
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