Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john
And that shit gives them more reason, but you rage battles on,
Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split
When we first met we were on that facebook shit
Drivin and typin, not payin attention, missin they next exit
Every line,that i ever spit,and have to re shit on that shit,
I used to want to be the messiah of rap
Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that
Money wild i'm on the hunt
But nah, he is quite different
Shit, spending days facing spliffs, on a been there done that basis shit
Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit
All of the drama and shit that was on its shoulders
Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years
On whole new level of offensive,
I treat bitches straight up, like simon says
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