Everyone that met her instantly wanted to be her friend,
Now the only guidance that i had is splattered on cement
I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for
Throw some salt and alcohol on that wound to make it safer
And delete that weed you are
That gal want me ride har
Trigger being pulled, niggers in a ditch
Good morning texts from my girl and her friend bitch
I run inside yo sister house and shoot that bitch off in her feet
Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep
That hands you weed and alcohol
The hotels we staying in twelve star
Let that bitch give me head and kick her out of the damn house
I got a thousand bitches, i'm not too good with vows
She don't even need a job, got one anyways
That two face bitch that you call your friend these days
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