Couple of shots and a glass of wine.
Welcome to organized crime
That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last
Feels like getting stabbed in the back with shards of glass
You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass
I'm hurtin ur feelins and burnin ur ass ur fragile like glass
Always keep my glass here
I dont really shakespeare
But i let off everything i have
You feel like kool-aid in a wine glass
Drink sacacha for me, pour me a glass,
Baby, you got that super bass
Yesterday's irrelevant so raise your glass and celebrate
Your bitch only like you cause she thinks you getting paid
Your always breaking glass
Private plane tsa can kiss my ass
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