Wicked ambition go give this shit a coroner visit
No more weak shit comin at you hard you here dat shit
That life is all bout vegas
Pocket racked up all big faces
Without my crew and me, slurring words and spitting so loosely but its so fast its
You say you ain fake or plastic? ha that's sarcastic, fool youre fake as graphics
Yo i've been thinkin' 'bout my life since i became depressed,
I'm gettin blitzed and i reminsce on all the times we shared
We smoke loud, might have to get your ears checked out
Yeahh man you know what im talking bout
Girl no matter what you do you ain gonna cross the line,
On my twitter writing raps, at the same damn time
If you asked us 'bout our life you'd probably be greeted with shrugs,
That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups
Ain t happenin!!! you bitches faker then 8 mannequins
Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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