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(album: LORE, Vol. 1 - 2022)


Wake
UP

If I saw these bitches when I walk in
Well, I get my gas pack through the mail
You don't think I'm cute
I got money, she can tell
If she wanna ride me like a bike
(B-B-Boxcutters)

I got all these bitches calling me cute on my iPhone
I feel like I'm evil, but to me [?]
You can't even get her pussy wet, you got a dry bone
Put that shit away but when I walk in shawty might go

Fucking on this hoe, yeah
That's a Barbie I just came in
I just speak my bread
I don't think we speak the same language
Need a thotty body that pop molly on some rave ish
Give me face in public, shawty feel humiliated
P-P-P-P-Perc in my peach Fanta
Twin Glocks turn a thug to a street dancer
Bad guy, I'm the [?]
Bass line so fine, make your ears pop

Gun clash, w-w-what's that?
Suicide case, shoot me, I'll rise like the undead
An onslaught behind my eyelids
I feel homicidal, violent

If I saw these bitches when I walk in
Well, I get my gas pack through the mail
You don't think I'm cute
I got money, she can tell
If she wanna ride me like a bike, wear a belt
If I saw these bitches when I walk in
Well, I get my gas pack through the mail
You don't think I'm cute
I got money, she can tell
If she wanna ride me like a bike, wear a belt

I feel like [?] loud as fuck, bitch
Plus I am drunk as fuck, blade to your tongue bitch
Fuss, we can cause a fuss, bitch like extra fussing
[?] bitch 'cause of me, extra bussing

I got boys that will spin the block for me if I say [?]
Shots, they gon' hear the AWPs
Run it in twenty minutes
Tell me we don't have a, have a dummy
Fifty round, sixty round, hundred round
[?] big bands on me, you already know
That's your ho, then why she posing in my photo, bro
Funny how she wanna ride it like a carnival
And when I get fade, that disappear just like a ghost
Thirty in my MAG
Cash in the bag
All these racks, hundreds getting fat
I don't what to do with all of these rubber bands
Fuck it man, fuck it man, fuck it man, fuck it man

That's how I'm really rocking
I'm really a menace
All your checks bounce back like you playing tennis
I'm addicted to my racks like it's a fetish
Watch my [?], you gon' regret it
Stabbing you, you're stabbing me
I wanna put a knife in you, a knife in me
I wanna take your life with me
Actually, there is no life for you
It's sad to see

I-I-I-I-I-If I saw these bitches when I walk in
Well, I get my gas pack through the mail
You don't think I'm cute
I got money, she can tell
If she wanna ride me like a bike, wear a belt
If I saw these bitches when I walk in
Well, I get my gas pack through the mail
You don't think I'm cute
I got money, she can tell
If she wanna ride me like a bike, wear a belt

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