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That girl's an assassin.

I mean, that girl's an assassin.



Man I think she was sent to kill with a pack of dirty diapers and a infant meal?

Plus, laid up for nine months of labor, now she caked up her 18 year of paper.

Makin all what my style affords (right)

I make it known on my child support (right)

Put it in a slot gotta drop a quarter

Shoppin in my pockets til I'm outta order



Do you wanna take another picture, because I think you should

I think you should leave for good and try to hold another piece of my epiphany inside you.

How does it feel? You got a litany to guide you.

I jot a love letter, I got a much better grip on the lung pressure, I can't breathe.

My competitor is a fit to kiss

My little daughter, wanna make her mama shift her hips.



If you want a set a twins, it could take a hour

Here. Sniff a bag of this baby powder

Fuck a collar, you could pop a kernel.

You were in it for the dollars, you were not maternal.



Shit. Nocturnal, up all night to shake.

We kiss but your hug's all tight and fake

I don't hurt at all because I heard it all

from the girl with this early pearly clothes



I love my mama with the dirty drawers

Gettin drama with the early calls

She must really wanna get to the mall

Cuz her purse in a bunch

She gotta give me til the first of the month

What's up



Scribble it and curse if I want a little carte-blanche

Insert and I pump until my heart launch

Shut up. 

Don't you say a word. You got me so disturbed. (Word)



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I love my baby's mama, cuz she's so sweet and pretty.

She wants to take my dollars, so she can leave this city.

I love my baby's mama, cuz she's so sweet and pretty.

She wants to take my dollars, so she can leave this city.



We lust, we loathe, we fuss and fight

Til death from the touch of a single night

So generous, and sensuous, til we got what the good Lord sent to us

We lust, we love, we fuss, we fight

Til death from the touch of a single night

So generous, so sensuous, right.



Watch when the belly button pops out, please.

Just let me babysit alright, talk loud, with your razors spit your spikes

Just don't be a crazy bitch tonight

When the hand that rocks the cradle grips the pipes, 

Your eyes are a shade of kryptonite.

I'll give you an able, kiss and bite

And put you in a subliminal pipe dream.



I keep it simple with the minimal night steam

She wants the peanut butter, pickles, and ice cream

Two scoops of double dutch fudge

Hey boo, wanna a waffle cone? It's much love.

It ain't a thang for my Damey-Dame

Here's a baby cuz you're never gonna take my name.

I guess, her mother all burnt and turned out

from every muthafucka that came from her mouth

Or any muthafucka that'll sit on her couch.

Smoke around my little girl, get all cursed out.

I pop a ? respect the ? and cock.

Look sideways and your neck'll pop and lock.

I seen your girl in a sexy halter top.

Cuz she's my baby's mama.

If you go near my family you'll be feeling daily trauma.



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						     Thanks to V Balayan