Chris South Baby, I be on some other shit
Kiss, lick, lisp but I do way more when it come to lips
Baby I'm a sumabitch
This game I'm a son of it
Never plan on being done with it
Because divorce is something sick
Twisted, wicked substances
I need another supulant
Something like a supple kiss
A treatment thats so suculant
Cause my flow is like a slit wrist
A fienes death bed wish
I spit crack all throughout the thread
The trend is to rip the tracks ligaments
No need for tendacies from the nursing
Theres no hope for recovery. I'm gone
Kiss, lick, lisp but I do way more when it come to lips
Baby I'm a sumabitch
This game I'm a son of it
Never plan on being done with it
Because divorce is something sick
Twisted, wicked substances
I need another supulant
Something like a supple kiss
A treatment thats so suculant
Cause my flow is like a slit wrist
A fienes death bed wish
I spit crack all throughout the thread
The trend is to rip the tracks ligaments
No need for tendacies from the nursing
Theres no hope for recovery. I'm gone
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