Disasters
• Written by Gilly
Life tragic like a natural disaster
I'm a lot of things but just call me a bastard
Damn Gilly, what's wrong with ya mouth
Never speak emotions, life ruled by doubt
Hang with a girl for three hours and I love her
Forget the bitch name as soon as I've fucked her
Always all alone, I call it bein independent
Don't break rules but I damn sholl bend em
Girls love me, been fuckin since I was twelve
I could proly make a mill if my dick was on sale
But when I fuckin die, not a single bitch should cry
Cause everything yall know bout me is a motherfuckin lie.
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Gilly
Member since April 4 2014