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Billy Morgan
Billy Morgan
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Fuck my ex, but I still fuck my ex, cause I got love for her
Tell that bitch to drop right down to the floor, cause I got ones for her
Spend the funds, that shit ain't nothing to a **** that get that shit back
Count racks, fuck rats, I'm still on doggy, from way back
Right hand on the bible, I said that, you shittin on **** who sprayed that
I'm the one that's cool with all the ****, who wearing the name tags
I got pull like Uncle Phil, like Ashley I'm where the banks at
In your city, we still got motion we in the mud, like bro just po'd something
I'm in the trenches like I brought my coat, pinky's up, let's make a toast
This for all the pillow talking ****, Out here doing the most
Yo bitch with me, I know you broke, How I know she told me so
I ain't crip, but I got your loc, you playing with **** like you drop the soap
I'm praying for **** like I'm the Pope, I'm saving ****, I'm Naruto
Standing on business for everything that I said, even if I miss a toe
Painting pictures for all you ****, still I ain't get my vision
I ain't fucking if it ain't consented, we can fuck but I can't be committed
Fuck love but I don't blame bitches, cause I got sisters and they gon' hear this
Doggy must have lost his mind and every think that I'm pussy
I hate being outside without no blick, cause **** they just be looking
I can't be with no bitch who ain't got no bodies, cause I ain't starting no rookie
I ain't starting no rookie, yeah, yeah
I am not starting a rookie ****, fuck you talking about
I like my bitches disgusting
Written by: Billy Morgan
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