Clifford
Gson
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Biggest fucking dog around, Clifford wishing he was me Mathematics in my pocket, bitch I pack that 3x3 He was barking like he wants some wood, but running from my tree Sneaking through your block, I got a hundred, like a assassins creed Ain't talking measurements are mathematic, but I got a ruler Bob the Builder, way I'm keeping bricks and walking with my tool up Tipping through your bushes, smelling flowers, leave you pushing tulips Heard he snitching, so he grabbed the staples, had to close his two lips I could make a couple loafs with all this fucking bread I'm stacking Feel like Johnny Sins cause in my pants, I might be fucking packing I ain't talking bout my cock, I got a glock, ain't never lacking Money look like Jenga, get the bricks, we keep it fucking stacking Mac got that kickback W-W-Woulda thought it's stuttering Said he wanted smoke, but when I pulled up he was muttering My oppas masochists I give em pain they fucking loving it, After I finish this song I'm jerking off and dropping hits Biggest fucking dog around, Clifford wishing he was me Mathematics in my pocket, bitch I pack that 3x3 He was barking like he wants some wood, but running from my tree Sneaking through your block, I got a hundred, like a assassins creed Ain't talking measurements are mathematic, but I got a ruler Bob the Builder, way I'm keeping bricks and walking with my tool up Tipping through your bushes, smelling flowers, leave you pushing tulips Heard he snitching, so he grabbed the staples, had to close his two lips I put the dick in unpredic(k)table my bars are too despicable You can try to find the meaning, but this shit is undepictable He keep on talking shit, but I just say my dick is lickable He keep on talking shit, but he got balls that are tickleable I take off my socks, I clean em I take off your socks, I eat em(on god) I get in my car, I'm steering I pull up to your house, I take your spouse and I delete em Biggest fucking dog around, Clifford wishing he was me Mathematics in my pocket, bitch I pack that 3x3 He was barking like he wants some wood, but running from my tree Sneaking through your block, I got a hundred, like a assassins creed Ain't talking measurements are mathematic, but I got a ruler Bob the Builder, way I'm keeping bricks and walking with my tool up Tipping through your bushes, smelling flowers, leave you pushing tulips Heard he snitching, so he grabbed the staples, had to close his two lips
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