Fuck getting the digits, nigga im busting on these bitches
With an impending mixtape that only seems like a myth
The kings get killed very least overthrown
Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,
Triple six for the niggas that's hopping on dicks
She on media take out, but don't take out her kids
They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint
If you're bitches you feast on overdosed waste
Wale got skills, man my nigga i’m will smith
Party, poppin pills, and poopin on slutty bitches.
Now i'm fuckin bitches on the island couch.
Now you know bout me, lets go to a lounge
In kitchen, whippin' blow, it got the same damn crumbs
Got many bitches on my plate at once
Then i stabbed in their dicks
Fuck, clean up on aisle six
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