Think they tight, with their fancy clothes and fighting words
Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records
And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth
Blind as blood flows out of your body untill you froze in your soaked clothes,
Me and my microphone could be one
"instead, sniff some of this cocaine, it's fun;
Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done
The chase has begun, one tonne of fucking fun fun fun,
So i took of her clothes got wet there
Years back you believed that the world was fair
Stop making me insult you more,respect isnt for fun
Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done
'til the thrill of killing animals was no longer fun.
But if she ain't gonna smoke it ain't gon' happen
And their only fucking mission is making a billion
But i just wanna know if i speak could you listen
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