Said when i do dirt wit her
Left me like a blank white paper
Then the world ain't no trick no more
Some old bitch that we did before
Country ass hicks but know how to spit trick
There's a million names for your kind of chronic
Yeah, that shit look like tissue paper,
Miss i want to read into your nature
E-t-i-h, w's, double d's on her knees
Always got a trick up my sleeve
David blane blame game, bitches want a magic trick
And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick
Protein-packed like a powerbar hat trick
I'm seeing things that's being mean making me sick
Tripped, racing ya self trynna chase the paper
You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for
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