( Intro ) *ugh man roll a blunt right now. I boosted your ego it’s only right i kill it now Mom used to scream me shit, but she was right i get it now It’s not gangsta rap it’s only facts im spitting now It’s my vilain era Today i had to break up, with my main hoe Didn’t i tell you im gone, if i can’t smoke? Fuck my message, ripped it like an envelope You still holdin’ grudges you gotta let go All

Her mother caught her giving me top, shoulda stayed in the kitchen Fuck you bitch i ain’t scammed you 2k you only had fifty I like talking talking shit in clips so y’all can see who’s monopoly on all sound equipment during the. Walking on the globe Every bitch takes a turn Im lotus in smoke, my bitch Fana on mars Im so cold you might get burned Rings all on bitch, that’s jupiter Pussy needs a dick I real shot in the arm for A popular rock legend holds that singer Jack Ely of the Kingsmen simply made up lyrics. Stop with the cries, i just took your cash Let her spill lies, just to prove the facts I got the blues, the greens, the reds, the browns She off a chris rock & i beat her like willĭrums goin’ off in ya crib, it’s gon feel like a drillīeat up the hoe, it left stains on my fit Need me no bitch, she ain’t payin’ my bill Learned my mistakes, show no love in the field Rappers got soft, im goin’ hard like a dick Say it’s not luck, not a bluff, im goddess i just play my cards I don’t like hoes who smell just like chipotleĭo my own shit, stay lowkey, just crown me like im hopsinĭelusionals in the pic, & they hate reality when it’s crops in Psych like im rick, & kiddish like im morty She don’t love dirt, so she hate when im pouring Original text at /1767629 Head still hurt, when i wake in the morningįeelin’s got murked, so i bake & im mourning

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