Yo, this is the kid niga boss
yeah Niga I said the boss
I take ova ya posse
and make ya girl pop that pu$$y
I make it rain like Jamaica
, but I couldn't fake her
and then I take her
to the crib in the hood of whats his name ugh
like its California
she be all up on me
like when its 7: 30 in the mornin
she be still on me just posin
for all these nigas to get horny.
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