Your dick work like a lamp in a power outage
But deep down, i don't really like you bitch
Smash them like some window glass
She graduated top of the class
Leaving deceiving demons at rest before they clasp grip
Forreal i'm aggravated that gon' abandon this shit
The tightest grip, the brightest gift, survival kit/
Malcolm x: get yo hand out my pocket
Maybe praying to god didn't work so he's now got the devil's grip.
That you selling rides on the white horse right up out your crib
My pace makes you start to race
And pray for better days
Maybe praying to god didn't work so he's now got the devil's grip.
All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit
Little light in the ass
With shards of ice and glass
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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