You ain't gotta worry no more
You don;t thin anymore
Well i dont give a fuck which bitch you flick bics with
With hugs and kisses, valentine cards and birthday wishes
I woke up screaming, fuck the world
Shut the fuck up bitch! you just got served!
Don´t try to fuck with me, i am the one who goes for the kill,
While we sweating you dripping wet from what your body spill
Cause this is how i feel when i ain’t rappin on the mic you bitch
I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge
Dont force out the fuck yous little bitch
Hop off my dick and make a fucking sandwich
Hey zach i know like me. i don,t not like you. you need alone now
Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow
But if a nigga catch a nut bet he feel different
Cause you the type of bitch that will trip over a stump,
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