Lyrics

Slappin' like it's Rick James At a fuckin' funeral Yaaa, yaaaa I'm depressed bitch, I wanna die SWAG These bitches say they love Sosa but They really love dick Smokin' Omarosa blunts Hit it 'til I need a clip Ain't got no love Ain't that a bitch Barfin' on ya 'Sace shoes Excuse me, bitch I'm dope sick Runnin' through your clique with my dick hangin' out Whip you in the face while I shout my score on cloud (64) Claim yourself a thug While my nut in your mouth Eat with your mouth closed Ain't tryna hear no ho pout Listen to this Slug preach immortality Call me lief erikslug, swagnarök steeze Fuck you thinkin' bitch I'm limed up I'm Demon sinkin' Tirin' of your selfie takin' ass need to rethink your cleavage Gimme ego death 8th of mush straight to the head Colored lights spinnin' around force me give Goddess head Goin' down, goin' down in more ways than one Descended to the bitches depth I think this hell But it ain't so bad
Writer(s): Charles Paul Bell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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