But still how you niggas i get jacks on the first
For serial killings across the world.
And my bank account look just like a phone card
You need to take your ass back across the trailor park
Your lips. to see if ours are the ones who fit.
I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that
Because my lyrics are draggin' your lyrical corpse across the place
Cuz bitches can manipulate in several different ways
But this ain't physics or rocket science
Darker than a fucka lips
He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live
When you come across a dissing, than you start to fall off your hinges
Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair
Where my soldiers at? put your pistols in the air
Plagiarized swag, may arrive last
Thick lips and a sick class
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