Ahh f#ck
Lord forgive me for, um… multiple pre marital orgys (what the f#ck?)
I dont know
I sold my soul cuz i was bored
Aye, aye, aye
Av with that drip, hoe
She like go beg for the kitty, oh bet
She left my crib wit hand prints on her neck
She leavin scratches all over my back
Can’t rock white no more, i’m sad, yea i’m sad (ha)
Okay b#tch fall back (ha)
Don’t really wanna f#ck (uh)
But sh#t i’ll take some head (uh)
Run up
f#ck it get done up
Keep heat like summer
My diamonds russia
They cold as f#ck, frost bite don’t touch em
Im turnt to f#cked up
You actin sus bruh
Ceo tough love
My heart too broken, it got defense jimmy butler
I’m gone, i’m gold all you bronze
I’m on play y’all paused
I got rocks, in my f#ckin watch
Y’all get clapped aplause
Im on top, okay no im not
But just wait and see
Y’all vanilla, i’m jonathan davis
I’m freak on a leash
Don’t care if im paid
I just really want my praise, i dont even know yo face
Talkin bout wait, i’m part of yo gang
I dont even know yo name
b#tch don’t play
I ain’t ever hit no breaks, i ain’t ever switch no lanes
f#ck it i take, whatever i wanna take
Cuz its my life, okay?
Mississippi river i got drip
She pulled up with her friends i guess that mean i’m goin in
If she can ride it like a bike then i’ll be vibin wit’ that b#tch, but if she on some missionary then yea that ain’t it
Call her lyft
That b#tch got some fangs for her canines, bite me b#tch
Keep some knuckle dusters in her purse, she a fighter b#tch (pew, pew)
If she wanna leave me, teabeanie i enchant a b#tch
“can’t we just stay friends?”
Like what the f#ck? you think i’m chandler b#tch?
Like for real man
She finna spin on my dick like it’s call of duty and she hittin the billcam
Teeth tinfoil, not real man (yeah, yeah)
Eem might wanna conduct your sh#t a little better like electric eel man (aye)
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god (oh my)
That b#tch she pull me up on my mo’ f#ckin’ facade
I knew that it was over when she got my mastercard
And she put it to the bank, and that mo’ f#cker declined
Oh well
g#dd#mn it think i’m a bandit
That b#tch she wanna f#ck but i can’t stand it
I be like, umm (pew)
Get off my sh#t (pew)
Damn little b#tch can you get off my dick (pew)
Princess bubblegum my lip pink
I cannot f#ck if my dick limp
My soul dark like i dip it in ink
My heart restart so i gotta get a drink
She f#ck me up, bill nye gotta think
Getting in my head maybe that’s her kink, umm
Mississippi river i got drip
She pulled up with her friends i guess that mean i’m goin in
If she can ride it like a bike then i’ll be vibin wit’ that b#tch, but if she on some missionary then yea that ain’t it
Call her lyft
Okay it’s official, av you be snappin too hard on beats bruh, it’s unfair
Haha
Aye shouts out to v4vanquish in this b#tch too (v4)
Slatt, slatt, slatt
Okay!
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