Lyrics By A Future Afro-American Rap Star
D. J. Rapp (rated PG-13)
She goes apes for bananas said her spot, I cannot handle the brotha. Gotta a grip like a vice on the hips. Beat it like an animal split wide open like a cantaloupe. She took the life out of me so why not call be dead. Eat like a cannibal looking for bread barking up the wrong tree trick please shorty makes gas won’t get a penny out of me. Yeah, make that butt clap like a hand clap bring it back like porter she knowing want to do and how day act don’t forget to mention that she is a freak like having a heart for it ain’t no love for this shorty she irritates me like a bad itch, bad girl better off being rich money over a shorty’s rats after the cheese is like a goldigger after my riches got more love for my things brother schizoid scalawag got it twisted spread like mayonnaise heck of a brother in between it
Love to have bad girls theirs no issues. A shorty is a shorty. She in the past long and forgotten like a sister. I’m hot like Crisco that used to sell and pop the thizzels. Seven pills in my system was playing tricks with my mental cush rolled tight. Brother call my blunts virgins. I owe know what’s more annoying as some shorty butt brother or sketchy brother serving never hurting. Another problem for me take a look at my pockets. They got a problem with obesity these shorty sisters is soft just like baby powder to me. Wayne was right that these brothers sweet like honey they eat in the poop in the bidet you the dirt under my feet. Could not get on my level if you took an escalator.
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