Pose, click, pose, click
A pin-prick, it makes me sick
I admit i can be a prick, so what bitch
Blow my smoke out the window, dropping ashes on the bridge
And she got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick
Getting slapped up cause her pimps a prick,
See the bastard playing tricks, but your just an other old prick
Everybody judging off a single i ain't even pick
Cause a nigga main joint wanna do my hair
Sayin you sick quit playin you prick dont nobody care
I'm sick of this prick who sucks and fucks a stick
Push you into an old lady bagging plastic
Or perhaps you'll be the prick to judge my songs,
Bandana p, blow thirds, the 4 take you on all fours
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