I'm hurtin ur feelins and burnin ur ass ur fragile like glass
So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass
I was born to do the damn thing
What the fuck were you thinking?
We killin shows out in london like i'm on my grind
Sever ur memory from ur head n' ur mind
What this bitch is thinking
But he don't rule a thing
And to be honest i fathered a lot of brothers in this motherfucker
Rip ur head from ur neck and laugh as ur body twitches like terretes,bury ur
Thinking how this shit is hard,
Hoes pop from the corda to hope park
Soon to smoke em by the yard till my lungs can't get through
Probably thinking you'll get slapped so damn hard you
Bun b, i’m underground king
Sitting on the toilet thinking,
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