You be get up on this fly shit baby
Doing this cuz im the boss of me
Scooped in dishes and eaten by the village witches.
And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus
What the fuck is up what it is how you doing
Sipping out a cup, a concoction for cruising
Make meals in hell’s kitchen with these dishes
Now momma told me be careful who you love
Theres times when i have no idea what the fuck im doing
So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring
That's the work of the reaper, doing contracts for the preacher,
Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her
Outfits is ruthless, now your bitch is choosing
Half of the time i dont even know what im doing
Bobbing and weaving, spiritual hymn singing
Washing dishes and polar bear splitting
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