Texty

Your best bet is 9-1-1 Chances slim like 5-0-1s They think that I'm close to done You silly bitch my time just begun Riding in that yellow hummer h2 with them gunners Smoking like Joe don't make me stutter Slidin sittin on butter (slide) Slingshot your nest, watch your butterflies flutter (watch it now) Screenshot the text, psych I don't type on them products I'm the oddest (fuck) Instead of making problems (no) I'd rather stalk you from a far gettin' Off to the fact you don't know I'm watchin' Dead cold hands wrapped around your neck I swear they look so good on you Your lifespan abruptly came to an end The night that Bones finally found you SESH bring the noise Ask your bitch she know your boy You splurging on fancy toys Then hurting and no need to lie I know the truth hurts so I, give 'em just that My body is starting to hurt From the scene that's on my back Half and half honored slash embarrassed Y'all is fuckin' trash How you say I inspired you? no I don't sound like that No bitch you cannot rap Pussy boy you need some facts Airmail em' to your pad SESH radar got you tracked (what)
Writer(s): Damon Hendricks, Inconnu Compositeur Auteur Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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