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(专辑: Wriggle - 2016)
Ate breakfast with my ex, dead bitch Now she text me in the
afterlife while I
take a
shit Brush my teeth with a
brick, shower in a
bunker Afterparty at the
crib, we only huffing duster Yelling in a
telephone under the
covers Slipped in the
shower now the
light'll take me under Dapped in the
head, shirt turns red In the
garden with the
snakes, now I'm living and dead In a
world with no Ant who the
fuck needs friends I
got a
million brain problems and my bitch is probably all of them Trying to be down, well he probably could But that bitch just a
little too Hollywood Took about a
pound of the
charlie 'fore the
party good He ain't never seen a
brick they shot him where he stood (Step off!) Back up, back up, back up, back up, back up (Step!) back up, back up, back up, back up, back up (Shh) Back up, back up, back up, back up, back up Back up, back up, back up, back up, back up Drugs, (Drugs!) drugs, (Drugs!) drugs, (Drugs!) drugs, (Drugs!) She take another shot and then she give another hug She feeling really snug like a
rug who under a
bug Or maybe she meant the
opposite, Molly did and she copping it Selfie photo she cropping it, since they asking she popping it Self-control, yeah she locking it, all away, thong, she rocking it Showing she lonely only to end up alone and clocking it (Party, party, party, party, party) and she ain't stopping it Next morning, time for work, she still asleep 'Bout to lose her job and it's the
third time this week She trying to make that paper on the
web showing her feet To them creeps, ain't she sweet, now he asking her to meet At a
club, 42nd and Whitelock, now he got her cornered Trying to show her white cock (Come here, baby!) She wear a
smile, and then she touch it for a
while While he pulling out that pipe and he filling it with that white rock He trying to fill her ass while he feeling it all cracked out Stab, she pulls a
katana that's Dolce Gabbana And blood's everywhere, nigga back up, ah Trying to be down, well he probably could But that bitch just a
little too Hollywood Took about a
pound of the
charlie 'fore the
party good He ain't never seen a
brick they shot him where he stood (Step off!)Back up, back up, back up, back up, back up (Step!) back up, back up, back up, back up, back up (Shh!) Back up, back up, back up, back up, back up Back up, back up, back up, back up, back up Fake red shit on them hot cheese sticks From the
corner store, pocket full of loosies and a
cherry Coke Red nose like a
pit, wipes that on the
sleeve Back to the
counter, pop clip, empty the
drawer, leave House packed from the
front door to the
back door, can't breathe Loud pack lit out back in the
backyard, that weed Smelling the
clothes under the
skin, fuck up the
flow, bitch going in She twerking alone, you don't wanna touch her She probably could bite your face off in a
minute She hitting them bath salts, like it was exfoliating It's no more glasses cause the
shits keep breaking Get your rake up, step up, pour up, burn up Hold up, shit, you already know Turn up, turn up, turn up, so when the
eyes look marble that's the
code And the
rain is coming down again Under the
porchlight it glows, it burns when it hits the
skin Cleans the
soul they say, but why would you listen to them? Just get a
new one, like a
white tee, at the
corner store they got 'em two for ten Trying to be down, well he probably could But that bitch just a
little too Hollywood Took about a
pound of the
charlie 'fore the
party good He ain't never seen a
brick they shot him where he stood (Step off!) Back up, back up, back up, back up, back up (Step!) back up, back up, back up, back up, back up (Shh) Back up, back up, back up, back up, back up Back up, back up, back up, back up, back up Back up, back up, back up, back up, back up Back up, back up, back up, back up, back up Back up, back up, back up, back up, back up Back up, back up, back up, back up, back up
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