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Se’Kret J Groover
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You pop Percs all year, where my gift at? (huh?)
And why the fuck I got a Easter basket? (Bro)
Why you hire Johnny Red the crackhead to come sing to me? (Come on now)
And he ain't even sing a love song, he said, "Happy birthday"
I don't like that, I don't like that one bit
Nigga cheap as fuck, he didn't even get me roses (now that's wild)
Got me a bouquet of dandelions, told me make a wish (you sure?)
Yeah, I'd like to beat a bitch
Hold up, is this the same card from last year? (Bro)
Same macaroni noodles with the traced handprint (I know damn well)
Don't know if the nigga three or 23
But you did a good job at really fucking up my day (now that's wild)
And then you said you made steak
Nigga, that was Banquet Salisbury steak (bro)
You done fed me a TV dinner?
Mashed potatoes cold as fuck in the middle (hell no)
I ain't got no more patience
What's for dessert, nigga? (Surprise me)
He done came 'round the corner with two Oreos (where the pack at?)
Alright, that's it, where the cameras at?
I know I'm getting pranked now (y'all can come out now)
But the cameras never came out, so I sat down
(This shit here crazy)
(When the cameras never came out, I sat down)
(What the fuck?)
Writer(s): Se’kret J Groover
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