I AINT TRIPPIN SON.

She don’t play that I am a married man She got me on lock like obama But that pussy keep me singing Mississippi God Damn.

Momma

Momma Get my dress made In the laces In the faces Of generations of women Who walk down that aisle Get left at the sea, stranded by the nile But all memories Pass when they stand up again Being giving away by their father To a new gentlemen And you say… Momma invite the whole [...]

400 pounds of fabulous not all wrapped in one.

I never get tired Of what I do, Whether I drive my car Or go home with two. I feel like I am Doing a service That is long overdue To the nice and the needy I will always be true.

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