You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass
Couldn't buy her louboutin, the boots leave bruises on her calf
Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve
You won't show shot calf is clean bet me, stood shit in some sperms
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