If I lay this b#tch I know the amermath
She said blow it my mouth and I will digest
Crazy b#tches coming over sh#t get frightening
I swear im sober baby its just the lighting
Really im high as f#ck I pray I packed the vizine
Im so high im like a ufo sighting
I lay that b#tch on top my table like a project board
U hate me well get in line Its tickets at the door
Course im fitted up what u think making money for
Prada on my jeans and my halo christian Dior
Grrrr
Grrrr bow
From my doggies car
U just lucky that that comment couldn’t hit my heart
General admission carts
Off this Julio
I press upon my counterpart
Texts on my phone
That I sent go green
I paint these whitе b#tches up with my sunscreen uh huh
Obviously we didn’t work
But evеry time I glow up she go f#cking berserk
Welcome to the church
U’ll be ripped apart neck down
Up until the purge I ain’t see us being shut down
Once she’s giving birth
We will eat em
In the name of the purge
Purge purge
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