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Messy Marv Cake And Ice Cream

that Them Apple Bottom jeans bitch and that Baby Phat You know I ain't broke Without no money bitch you gon be a joke Ho is you tripping A nigga locked up and

What's haaaaanin? Ay check this out, Imma tell you whut's real man. Ya know what I mean...I don't need ya baby daddy callin' me and shit after the club

CHORUS: I'm drunk as fuck and as soon as i catch this train we gone twist up anotha one then we gone smoke again (

love dont let a nigga make you feel intimidated take a look in the mirror and see what you become a damn good mother to your daughterer and your son stand up and

[INTRO] n tha function mess be stuntin. some of these niggas like messy frontin. till mess come bak wit a Sp sumthin n put led in yer cheast n stomache