You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass
Sticking my dick in a purse, cuz i love fucking with cash
Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for
I crawl up and down bitches legs like im a fucking caterpillar,
Drowning in the pussy bitch i got fucking barrels
Took her to the club bought her three more bottles
Outta all them fucking fake bitches i thought you were the truest
Haters just hate but yet they don't know squat like a leg lift
Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for
I'm sayin you're pussy, cos you're the one with a beaver
Tryin to torture em to tell, i'm gettin mailbut ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts
And all of a sudden my nations discussion is tugging in a fucking war with arguments
See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon
I don't have pussy on my lap, or bitches in the livin' room gettin' it on.
They call me edifrom the side that's seedyyoung nigga greedy, so i'm runnin up on these niggas easy
Shit im making history im already legendary, fucking stephen kings cary in her hairy ass pussy,
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