Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back
You big riding fag fuck you and your swag bitch on the rag,
Then i'll fuck your bitch, she'd better be on the pill though.
My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw
The opposite of sympathy fuck you and all your problems bitch
You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image
Dc's here, this is where crack lives
Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.
Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet
We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat
Not so tough now bitch, who the fuck gives a fuck about all your porches and
Make martin luther tell god i'm the future for heaven's talent
See, baby, i'm a leader day away from a libra
Nah, a dollar might just fuck your main bitch that's just how i feel (nah)
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