Untitled Song
• Written by xiE
Got that fucking stick like I be packing a magnum
That big I hold your daughter for a ransom
She get temper tantrums if I don't give her the action
We're clashing like a James Bond movie of passion
Chasing the bag to get a bag don't actually make you happy
Making my calling drinking bacardi as I'm free falling
Cherries I'm popping selfies we're cropping
Entries we're dropping, wendies I'm copping
Eating her patties regardless
I'm living in that bitches subconscious
Bitch why you sobbing?
Everybody got it aint no fucking darwin
I am close to marshall call me marsian
6f3 I knock you out like I'm Mohammed Ali
Cock it in a socket like I'm cocky
Ain't nobody gonna stop me
Bitch be licking me i call her Yoshi
Killing it like bobby wasabi kickin it karate
Putting on me some Versace
And sauvage like I am Johnny
Like it's rent free
Oh we tempt plee
I'm drenched clean
From a wrecked scene
You best believe
Don't repeat histories
