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Wizardry and witchcraft. Quick to kiss a bitch ass?
On ya lips, talking shit, that witch makes you a bitch-ass
Bro, you can get mad– 99 things on my list say 'get cash.’
Money first, then hash: Skinny chick, thin ass
„Smoke a gram, witch. Fuck your man. This wizard’s got a missile blast.”
He gone ask who kissed her last
I’m just gonna have to laugh. You gotta be a genius
Bitches front; every month. What you think she don’t want penis?
Keep telling me she Catholic; sew what? She ain’t no seamstress
She teasing; ain’t no accident. She ain’t no saint, you ain’t no Jesus
Saying it once; please believe this: Either I get off, or you get out
No doubt I’m splitting knees, witch. Open mouth; it’s open season
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Witches wanna curse me then I give ’em cottonmouth
Now who the fuck is thirsty? Fuck what you talking ’bout
Bitch, you don’t deserve me. Go ahead and walk it out
You can get a ride– only if you’re heading south
Cross my heart and hope to die, swear that I’ma get you high
Wanna look into my eyes? I ain’t the one that’s staring now
I see right through you, honey child; transparency. It’s clearer now
You only fuck with a wizard cuz I bring the Wow
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Play smarter, work harder, fuck daughters
Steal dollars, break orders, don’t get caught up
Chase commas, break orders, don’t get caught up
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Witchcraft and wizardry. Ain’t these witches sick of me?
Donating dick to Charity; dictating terms to Tiffany
She won’t leave me alone, calls my phone when I ditch the scene:
Let this boy cook up a Bitch Mob Fricasee!
Underage (she lil, B) and sentimental (Kenny G)
I’m laughing at the Banks with this skank named Hilary
I got you to thank for my chauvinist chicanery
Arrogance appeals to these Monroe-wannabes
You wanna be wonderful; I’m just wondering if you’ll swallow these
Nuts and this nut when I bust in your cheeks
It ain’t much D.T.F. Yo what’s up with the freaks?
Tryna fuck. Where’s the sluts? They the friends I need to meet
Get in the Vans, lemme skeet from the windows off the wall
I’m in your heart, lemme beat. Sending swimmers to your Jaws
Looking for dinner and a call? Bittersweet Symphony
We can dance to yo’ song, but these drinks ain’t free
Well, I did steal these beers but you still owe me
So what’s the deal what it is bitch you don’t know me
Still dealing with that stress? I keep a loud O-Z
Sister Sister incest, that’s Tamara Mowry
And ya Tia (not yo’ Tio); gimme MILFS, aunties
Me frio, you frijoles; together, we cool beans
Britney, please, spare me. I know how it seems:
I’m such a womanizer; my words are insulting
If it’s such a social issue you can blame society
I’m still fucking with you yet you ain’t tired of me
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