Less Stress
Tlap
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Walk into the crib they cookin' shit that they bought from the store Nah it ain't food but it'll probably make a tweaker snore Talkin' like you bout it, go ahead Mr. Cap galore Say you tryna fight throw you in the cage with David Moore Look at you now, tuck yo tail and you get to runnin' One hundred twenty pounds soakin' wet but I eat hell of muffins Stand back and let bro cook but he ain't flavor nothin' Mr. Versatile, put on any beat I'll make you love it Got off work early, went home, dad got hos over How the f*ck he got more pull than me when I'm a rappin' stoner Please don't pick me next English teacher I got a fat boner But I think she knew that, she said see me after class is over Take a wild guess how the story went for the rest Ass so fat didn't pay attention to the chest Cornball, it's a rap show why'd you wear a vest Let em' know you worried now you gettin' double checked Knew she'd be a freak bitch say she never met her father Every ho I left can eat pussy now because I taught her My bro keep a stick but got glasses like he Harry Potter Every day alive I'm probably fuckin' on somebody's daughter That boy tryna diss but he won't take his shirt off at the pool If twelve hit the raid then they might find some blammers in my room Everything you tryna do, I already do Everything you learned in school, I already knew She be suckin' dick like it's finna make her dad come back Bitch I go hard like you tryna learn to hacky sack F*ck self checkout, let em' know I'm buying magnum packs Bitch I cum quick and I'm white, call it dagum fast Comin' off the bench like Squidward with a reef blower Boy you dumb as f*ck, if you could only learn to eat slower Y'all do double work for less fun like a cheat coder Always put it where it goes, call Tlap the seed sower Knock knock, who's there, not yo bitch cause she with me Better hit the random cause you know that these ain't even teams Not enough cash so instead you bought some tighter jeans Went to Christian college but the devil offered better deeds If it wasn't for my childhood I wouldn't have shit to rap about Fast forward twenty twenty three lil bitch I'm cashin' out It's the little things everyday that make me feel foul Every time I hop up out the whip my vape hits the ground Hit her from the back, make her jump like Kriss Kross Hit her from the front so hard she call me Mike Doss You ain't wearin' ice cuh, that ain't even light frost If I die before I'm twenty five I made this song A lot of shit talkers but I never get pressed Fucked her so good, left my dick up in her breast She love what I do, didn't like it when I left I could care less, double money less stress
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