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On my life, man, ♥♥♥♥'s sake
If I did I'd Minaj wid' him and let 'em eat my ass like a cupcake
My man full, he just ate, I don't duck nobody but tape
Yea, that was a setup for a punchline on duct tape
Worried 'bout if my butt fake
Worry 'bout ya'll ♥♥♥♥♥♥, us straight
These girls are my sons, Jon and Kate plus eight
When I walk in, sit up straight, I don't give a ♥♥♥♥ if I was late
Dinner with my man on a G5 is my idea of a up-date
Hut hut one, hut hut two, big titties, big butt too
♥♥♥♥ with them real ♥♥♥♥♥♥ who don't tell ♥♥♥♥♥♥ what they up to
Had to show ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ where the top is, ring finger where the rock is
Dez hoes couldn't test me even if they name was pop quiz
Bad ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ who I ♥♥♥♥ with', mad ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ we don't ♥♥♥♥ with'
I don't ♥♥♥♥ with' them chickens unless they last name is cut let
Let it soak in like seasoning
And tell them ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥, blow me, Lance Stephenson