Number nine, your buddy carl's diggin my lines
Daylight saving times all the time on this block of mines
I'm trynna get you off like a fucking loophole
Some trolls collect a toll- 1.e.x.i? she collects your soul
Number ten, i just went and fucked your ass up friend
Shawty my bait, she say she never scared
Number six, you're braggin how you run with your cliques
Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics
Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king
Since your sister got my number my phone can't stop ringing
In 1 , 2 , 3 blaw i will get your ass fucked and you know how
Hustlin' to keep from gettin' buriedbut now i gotta move away now
1 punch from me your not gna like
But i gotta make sure i’m right
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