Let it rot, she a thot, she a mean hoe
She on top, she a bot, suck me clean tho
Every stage gotta page in the bible
Its too late, it’s a game, she on midol
305 is her life, yuh, yuh
Off a 5, underbite, yuh, yuh
Look it how the pieces lay
Tell em how the pay wrong
Jump the clerk the b#tch was fully loaded
Get it steady, get it flooded, get the body moving forward
Bet she give up anything for prada maybe stab em for em
On the fohnem, get it poppin till the mornin, ay
Look at the time on the hand, ay, she got timing to stan, ay
Never stickin to plans, ay, now that b#tch stuck in a fan, ay
Maybe it is, baby go acting a fool, mark her like piss
Gripping the tool, pressing their chin, squeezing the wrist
Letting her win
You ain’t the in picture you can be the frame
Stirring up the mixture take it to the face
Looking like you sitting with a bitter fate
Wholeness isnt something you can Imitate
You ain’t down to ride, you lying out the #ss
When we come and slide, you handing out the cash
And while you chose to lie, I watch the hours pass
You running out of time, there ain’t no power back
Going onna binge and then the fentanyl is crushed up
Way back in the day I had my melon with a gun cluthed
Could’ve pulled ah trigger and just let the f#cking puss rush
Could’ve never been here so I guess I Call it dumb luck
You ain’t know me c#nt, it’s like holy f#ck
Shut the mouth of u p#ssies wanna hold me up
On this dick, on this dick, homie throw me up
I can’t live I can’t stand with just what is done
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