Killa! this the ghetto soap opera right here man
Somebody need to tell 'em that they can't do it like i can
I like to ask the bad bitches if they ass is real
Depressed for years they still don`t know what i feel
Whole ride hazy tell her don't drive crazy
Bitch don´t fuck with me, i´ll murder you that´s for free.
Actually i like a broad that can help me sing along
Throw her slightly to the right, so dyke i'm kinda wrong
And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see
Then i vomit on your t shirt like it's mom's spaghetti
While we sweating you dripping wet from what your body spill
Don´t try to fuck with me, i am the one who goes for the kill,
Half your body laying on my chest
Like somebody is puting me to a test
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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