Tekst piosenki
Bitches be wit it
I do not get it
Eyeing and Eyeing
And eyeing these bitches
Lying and crying
And spying on niggas
But wanting for them to
Get on the run tickets
I gotta dream
Bitches wit cream
I am addicted
Like dope for the feins
Bitches be faking
To be on the team
She gotta big booty
I only do lean
I get the holy
I get the ghost
Crankin that nae
And doing the most
Next time you see me
I’ll be the host
Fuckin yo bitch
It’s time for her dose
She got the cold
I got the gold
Gave her the dick
Her future beholds
Shaking and shaking
Yo bitch you okay
I am not ready for pelican bay
Bitch got Tourettes
Yes I regret
Giving it to her
Letting her test
Now she keep texting me
Say I’m the best
Not like her nigga
Not like the rest
Only real nigga
That know how to dress
Flying first class
Flying southwest
When she request
Nut on her chest
You niggas is weak
Now let me address
Claimin the hood and claimin to kill
All you could show
Is two dollar bills
Think you the shit
Cause you gotta grill
And true religions
Just keep it real
I’m reaching for that highest hill
While yall niggas sit
Time standing still
Some of you niggas is mentally ill
And yall hoes love
Poppin abortion pills
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