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Justin Wright
Justin Wright
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I'm a fucking mutant, ****, I can't take a fucking loss
They say Jesus coming back, get ready for the Holocaust
Pull up in that what's a name, they like damn, "How much it cost?"
I'm so proud of myself, baby, I'm a fucking boss
I ain't worried about no **** talking, 'cause they fucking soft
**** claim they gangsta, boy, you sweeter than some applesauce
I dream about murder in my sleep when I'm nodding off
Ready for whatever, bitch, we can get it popping off
Wishing that I fell off, you gon' need some Dragon Balls
I think I was born in Hell, it's demons in my fucking house
Baby, I'm just laughing, **** think he finna double cross
I got shooters everywhere, ain't no **** running off
All that playing in my hood, you gon' end up fucking lost
If you leave your bitch in this trap, she getting fucking tossed
I don't trust a soul, bitch, got to cut your stomach out
I can't shake a **** hand, fuck around and chop it off
All this money on me, baby, I can take a **** off
Took over the summer, bitch, might just do a somersault
**** say I'm doing bad, what the fuck they talking about?
If you want to keep your tongue, please watch your fucking mouth
I'm a fucking mutant, ****, I can't take a fucking loss
They say Jesus coming back, get ready for the Holocaust
Pull up in that what's a name, they like damn, "How much it cost?"
I'm so proud of myself, baby, I'm a fucking boss
I ain't worried about no **** talking, 'cause they fucking soft
**** claim they gangsta, boy, you sweeter than some applesauce
I dream about murder in my sleep when I'm nodding off
Ready for whatever, bitch, we can get it popping off
Written by: Justin Wright
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