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[Sloane Amelia]

Oo, yummy, haters, my favorite dish

Devour these cowards, use they bones for my fucking toothpick

Then hit the pavement, With the fragrance of elation

Laced in, rancid ilyrization

The tropical prodigal daughter, Methodical author

Ear candy I offer, to you, you, & you

Step into my office

The motto is keeping it cute and consistent

Log the fuck off, I don’t need your assistance

This sister is vicious, I strike with precision

Just check the forensics if they even existing

I never had issues with playing position

My teams off the charts, yours is barely efficient

Surpassing sufficient is the new goal at hand

And My ovaries done told me I’m the mother fucking man

Understand. I am legend

And the queen don’t leave her throne to argue with a fucking peasant

Irie S ain’t with the essence of second guessing the presence of the company

I keep

You a sneaker then peep the reaper

[Sugg Savage]

Mira Mira Mira Mira Mira

Mira Mira Mira Mira Mira

Bet your whole dam crew

Can catch a face-lift from the Savvy boot

Hats off to you, if you ain’t riding lick my Savvy poo

Cancerian sun gives light capi moon by Virgo raise

Got leo ways Ms.cleo gaze into your inner feuds

Intuitive, scrutinous, succulent, fuck it if it’s your opinion

It’s irrelevant to these hellion twins

Rebellion sins I’m sinister menace

Signed and stamped suggerton, With love

No got dam glove I wanna feel it real shit flip it split it

Get it get it get it get it

My whole world ended 99 And im still trying rap my head around it

Grammy bounded daddy issues I drink about it

Shit keeps me grounded

Be scratching my booby and watch in a movie

While eating a Sammie all in my pajamies

The simpler days magnificent shades

To block the rays that lays beneath the retina

Arouse “heck yea”can you check her

I give lecture to your sector

Induce brains with piercing pressure

Cali bread buttered up

Side of bacon with a cold cup of what the fuck

While you jive and shuck we on the up and up

Drag queen no peen with the gushy stuff

(You Like You Like You Love it Yes You Do)

God dam it I manage to fuck you up don’t I, Better know I

The girl dark with the snake eyes with your pop pop eating popeyes

Crispy recipe. Strapped you better be

With the nines, we the two. Strutting ass damies

Dreamt my shit was so hot. Satan could light a jack with the chrome anus

That’s heinous I’m Gaseous

Casious blows. On my tip toes

Quid pro quo ill flow for a spring role

Living mad rough. lunch with the dingoes

Give em tingles with the metaphors. Tongue to the floor

Gum To The Soles Of the Kicks Of The Souls

Come to me Come to me Come to me now

Pumpity Pumpity Pumpity

Sounds of the excess, Dripping from your neck sweat

Cinnabon and a jet pack, On my wet back

Confirmation of my dedication, recycling my defecation

Hands High if you with it

We be that snatch rap supreme

I am the queen. With the lean figure and

I breath the heat, I cleanse the feet

Two stepping in my fortress, Got more tricks

Little jimmies rigor mortis

From my two tits give “oh shits” to victims

Mitch I, look for love at ottakon

Spitting autobahn, shit to murder many man

In a mini van, with a mini wang, bumping Keith Sweat

No neck while he chilling with the seat back, chilling with the seat back

[Sloane Amelia]

STOP!

Chickity-check it, something electric when a sister dissect it

Wickedest with it, let’s dribble with this shit, look at the figgedty-facts them

Like an erect dick, pick a direction, too busy relaxing

You can affect it, yeah you can affect it if you just get off your ass and

(All I hear are lies leaving your mouth now)

X4

Why do we try?

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