If she don't fake, i work that pussy out, like it was outta shape
'cuz whatever the hate, i feel like they could never relate
'til the day i stop breathin' i'm not giving it up
I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck
After me you'll never feel prepared again, brutal like barbarian, but gentle like a clergy man
Crack got her crazyguess who's giving birth to a babyi don't trip or let it fade mefrom out of the fryin pan
What yall niggas know about it, my kick game is world cup
Cheating, sleeping, its giving me a reason, beating, someone up.
Like girls who have never been a bitch, i feel an itch
Is the chick ain't even have brains, dummy like a bitch
And plus i feel like we could never get out of this deficit,
Here's my heart you can hold it, i won't need it on this road trip
Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut
Am trying my best but always da same. i feel like am locked up
Even though i feel like im in the lost and never found
And me and them rappers we don’t share no common ground
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