But back in the day when my grass
didn't grow and I was indestructible not
I get on the things that make your
mom's not dance unaware spinking bad pop
So I got in this crowd to make my rep look bad in a good way and not
Thought I was in it doing whatever in it
on my core jamming with skinks on the block
And so I met this
one shitty chank blower she was so down she couldn't stand up
And so I gave her a try and a kitty
cat blower and told her take a right,
a right,
right,
right
Oh no,
take it
Betty, help me God
Oh no,
in a world of our own
And I beat her up Couldn't just flip it, no way
Next thing you know I'm at the Bird's
Eye House cigarettes sweating her kids
Boys in a line,
wrong paper,
she's a first time Tapping young blood like pure filth
I know she ain't no milf, no A.J.
Lee, got her back, set cracker now
Every hose I go for sweaty juice,
that's the kind get tapped no how
B-b-b-b-betty was gone,
yeah B-b-b-b-b-betty was gone,
yeah
If
you think they're a bitch, not!
Oh no,
how many chances has she had?
Oh, maybe a million
Oh no,
look what it is,
it's inambulance,
comes to fix the brass
No, hold off, is Betty wearing a body bag?
Yeah, ma!
What she buyin', ma?
What she buyin', ma?
What she buyin', ma?