Fuck a opp, that boy a bimbo, gettin' low, they playin' limbo Tried to slice me, I went Kimbo, opp hoes get turned to widows He was stretchin' shit for shitshow, now he ridin' in a limo I'm the fiddler on the roof, I'm sendin' fifty out the window I used to work at Five Below but now I keep that fire below Them hearts cold, it ain't melt, Robert Frost, it doesn't explode Them boys suck, to each his own, they tried to slide, epic poem So if it's smoke then let me know.
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