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fobie harris
fobie harris
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When you fuck him I know that I'm all you think about
I'm in your house I'm in your walls
I'm rich as fuck, I'm like a boss
I'm walking bitches everywhere
They all wanna stop and stare
I make 'em crazy, make 'em cum
I freak the club, have lots of fun
Hypocrite, a hypocrite, a stupid evil bitch
Don't know if you knew it bitch but know you fuckin' know this shit
Everyday when you wake up I hope that you remember me
I got emo bitches in LA that wanna dismember me
I do drugs like everyday because it feels heavenly
You sell dick for the attention, you can't even step to me
If you cheated on me once, then bitch you're fuckin' dead to me
I hope that when you fuck somebody else you get an STD
Scene hoes, party bitches, they all love me
Everywhere you go I hope you know you're fuckin' ugly
All these bitches on phone online they wanna fuck me
Everywhere I go they cannot help themselves, please don't touch me
In the freak party, hella bitches off of molly
She a freak bitch, she put cocaine in her body
She thinks that I'm intelligent, but I wanna get naughty
This shit irrelevant, that's why you still stalk me
And that's it man
Real freaky man, real freak out
Yuh
Fuck it bro, I'm out of shit to say
Fuck. Fuckin'...
Bitch!
Written by: fobie harris
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