Havin' to hush, to lust, this the Cush.
With the Wi-Fi, the new 6G, does money grow on trees?
Now she the mini-me, to agree, to eat the forbidden fruit.
And I'm all for it, cause her complexion stays lookin' cute.
And we lookin' for the mute, the mule, the Moloch, this the Bull.
Thas why I can't stand when I get fuckin' pulled.
But we roc-da-mic, to be Welbutrin, the is the new fuel.
Don't get confused on the baptism when we swimmin' in the pool.
And it turns out I'm the fool when someone gets tricked.
With the trick or treat, the Doug Funny with the Roc-A-Fella Beat.
Havin' to Rugrat, but to expose a dirty cop.
And this head game is the shit, this my new Top.
It's her turn to burn, now stfu!
Her Sol was sold, in Me She Trusts.
And it's just my luck, to Knuck If You Buck.
To inherit the Damian, we won the World Cup!
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