A Gang Of Babies
I want a gang of children; I want a bunch of babies/
I want a gang of children; I want a bunch of babies/
Have the my legacy/ I want a gang of me's.
I want a gang of you's/ momma I'm made for you.
This one I penned for you/ look what blew in for you.
Tell me what's next for you/ love am I sexin you.
Might I connect with you/ a date of textin you.
Make me your secret boo/ make me your favorite too.
King is your favorite 2/ we playing favorites too.
Put on my cape for you/ not bought me saving you.
I'm thinkin 50; 50/ Push one up out your kidneys.
Ma we should name her Sydney/ let's have a Poitere.
Picasso Poitere/ a Reagan Alize.
Some twins/ to as we lay.
A gang of baby wipers/ a gang of baby diapers.
A store of teething rings/ lil momma promise me.
We got a bunch of babies/ let's have a gang of more.
Just meet me at the shore/ or somewhere we can pour.
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