One Thousand

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Madx, Westside Phenom

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At the end of the day bitch, you gon' have to beat this
When I get up in your bitch pussy, it got me seasick
This a fuckin' ocean baby, I can eat this Shorty got me full as f*ck, like she a deep
Dish Ridin' round in fast cars, burnin' spit and

Eat dishes I am not a sexist baby, but can you please
Do my dishes
I know I think my bed done held about a thousand bitches
Got your bitch sendin' coochee pics, I've seen a thousand fishes

Bitch I'm in a modern war, I done done a thousand missions
Mama told me go to church, I done met a thousand Christians
A thousand dollars in my pocket, I done got a thousand riches
Yeah, my mama done been through round ten thousand bitches

I just pulled that bitch from Dame Ridge, I'm the logo man
Got your girl wrapped around my finger, tryna hold my hand
Think it's time to let her go, she a hoe my man
It's park dirty, got my head spinnin' like a ceiling fan

Come with threats, but I'm lettin' loose, a Russian fire missile
Send a text, I'ma have this thick bitch come and get you
What the f*ck is wrong with you, like what's the issue
What the f*ck is wrong with you, like what's the issue

My bag 85, rise deep, I feel like George Kittle
My list of hoes held a lot, not eight fuckin' little
Put a shotgun to his chest and turn him to a pickle
I mean, shit

Put a shotgun to his chest and turn him to a cripple
I miss the days back when life was super simple
I just had a lapse of time, finna cause a ripple
Leave bro like Joe Swanson, weirdo then brittle

Bitch I'm goin' beast mode with the fuckin' Skittles
Bae just tell me if you love me, what's with all the riddles
Put the red dot to your face and pop you like a pimple
Girl I'm tryna see them titties, please take out a nipple

Let them titties breathe, bae like, oh my God
Bae, oh my God, why you keep playin' with me, bro
F*ck, shit
I keep payin' him up, but that shit only the bass go

We spinnin' tickets, watch, but that nigga rolly face, bro
Pop the double R's, but that shit ain't got his face, bro
Can we have a new drawer, hit him once, that nigga face broke
Dumb nigga, why you fuckin' with Phenomenon

I could pull some strings and leave him singin' like he's Chaka Khan
Walkie got him leanin', I think Barney's seen the far beyond
Walk inside the club, 10 deep with some Cartys on
Dumb bitch, no, we don't care what they be on

Young punch God, you can call me Baby Baby Tron
Plug sent the pack through the mail like the Baby Tron
If he gettin' bucked, launch a cannon like a Brady on
Touchdown in Tampa, I'm feelin' like TV 12

Mike and Meery, jeans, white tee, and a BB belt
Make a hella move with no hands like a Ouija spell
Nigga want my shawty? Then boy, you gon' see these shells
Bunked around and bunked the game like a cheat code

Lucky seventh on flames like I'm Gino
Back, back, back, drop him like a free throw
Three-five of the green, smoke until I see low
See, see low

See, see low
Until I see, see, see, I see low

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