Shout out them strippers who hustle
And inhospitable,
I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets
I brittle your ribs, you the type of guy that fiddles with kids
Hot shots to your sternum n melon have u hurtin n yellin
Without her making attempts to garner all of my attention
Up against your ribs causing the stress to spike,
I'm on my deen inshallah, i'mma get 'er right
Then i plough my girl, my dick deep in ribs
Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips
Radical cannibal snappin bones there goes ya clavicle
Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will
She got me caught up in the moment
Social conditioning and
Always asking to eat her spinach dip, then after, we eat her ribs,
Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference
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