(Verse 1):. Get the f*** up off me nigga!. As I struggle to keep my balance and composure. I'm 'posed to propose a toast to the players on every coast of.
Yeah this one right here goes out to all the baby's mamas, mamas. Mamas, mamas, baby mamas, mamas. Yeah, go like this. . I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (oh), I am for real.