She be-
She be-
She be feeling me
Been stealing me
I wonder what she do for free
Count my money, Make her bleed
b#tch go dummy, make her plead
You only got 10 racks on yo hip
b#tch I got 10 racks on ma dick
f#ck a b#tch, she goin gime that lip, hoe
She not mine she my friends, hoe
Gimme slop, make that sh#t grow
Make her cream, make that sh#t snow
I be making bank
b#tch yo sh#t goin tank
Baby b#tch goin spank
b#tch yo mind is blank
Cus really
I been making a milly
Yo #ss cold b#tch looking chilly
f#ck a b#tch, she goin suck on my willy
You ain’t cool b#tch, you too silly
Oh my god
Where your paper at?
She just wanna f#ck, im tryna duck I dont want non of that
Non of that
f#ck on my best friend goin blow her back
Shake all that #ss up b#tch make it smack
Put all that gas up then maybe you might find a lady that might even like you back
f#ck you and your friends too
Think u the sh#t but let any girl slide thru
You just ride dick b#tch I don’t even know you
Make people hate me but this sh#ts my debut, b#tch
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