Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands
From everyting that i be seeing you losing tens of fans
I toss and turn at night in a pool of sweat
Open vagina: put ya legs behind ya head
Make you swallow more balls than tables at pool hall
Smack 'em out the park, delete their number, that's my last call
The marathon of this game always changes in pace
Cry "daddy i missed you, i don't want you to leave this place/
Sacrifice life in a pool of blood of my own stew,
Now whatcha gonna dowhen my niggas come for you
And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie
Shit, caught up in your perfect world, you never heard me cry
In disguise/ my families true lives is what i despise/ if you hear how i cry / you
It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due
When i see you, i'm seeing you, me and you only
With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly
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