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Inconsiderate
album cover
Inconsiderate was released on May 25, 2020 by ClubhouseAL Music Group/Children of the Cotton Music Group as a part of the album Fluid
AlbumFluid
May 25, 2020
LabelClubhouseAL Music Group/Children of the Cotton Music Group
LanguageEnglish
BPM92
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

Hook x2:
And if you really wanna walk out that door,
Make sure you leave that bitch unlocked for my hoes.
Don’t be inconsiderate (bitch).
Verse:
Don’t be inconsiderate. You should reconsider it.
Silly bitch throwing hissy-fits. You can’t read the vibes, you illiterate.
Wanna rekindle it, assuming that I’m still with it.
Peasants exchange pleasantries; steadily with the pilgrimage.
Pedigree be the illest twigs.
My reach as long as acrylics; My critics critique my records, not my ability
Don’t jet lag or check bags; **** know the identity
Bitch step back. Different itineraries, look like it’s 10 of me. Fuck
**** is midgrade, bottom-of-the-bag, shake. Need to reup.
Cancerous death rates, and you know that dead weight can’t breathe, make a plan, or keep up
I unpant and freak her, for Christmas in Santa Catalina
I’m quick to catch a fever. I slick will empty on an MC trying to wrestle these bars
And **** punch-in cuz they wincing, whipped. And when they see stars,
Seize like crescents. Leave them breathless; Seen no pimping this large.
[Hook]
Verse 2:
Don’t be inconsiderate. You gonna have to live with it
Missing this ship when it docked at you lil village. I’m skilled with it.
They shut doors like “up yours” then wanna come back and build a bridge
They mad rash and frivolous, my raps cash equivalent. The stash mad significant.
My net is ‘splash’: The jumper wet. My thump snap ya mama neck.
She wanna get waxed, she come with Back--woods like a lumberjack.
Know the sex gonna slap good when the blunt in tact.
Roll the quack. Get it understood, ****, know it’s that.
Probably smoked with her back in the school, in the culdesac.
Likely folded her back in the room when her homie left
I don’t even know though. All these hoes start to look the same
When hunches in their back like Quasimodo. Thinking that’s your bitch, that’s Notre Dame
You pussies keep it pushing; Not your lane.
You sleepers keep it wishing; Not your thang
Trynna peep my system; Out your range.
[Hook] x1
Written by: Cale C. Robinson
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