Snakes

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Let me ride this little horsey, giddy up, giddy up
Y'all done gassed up her head and now she
running a muck.
She was naked, drunk, beggin' Carl Crawford
to f*ck
All on Nicki live, bein' fake, suckin' her nuts
You done crossed every friend that ever entered yo' space

But tell me what you think they should expect from a snake
So many similes, but that's the type of shit you embrace
Yo' manager even say I'm better, rub that shit in yo' face
I got rat poison and antivenom for silly hoes
A drunk a drunk and you won't catch me riding the boat
Cause it ain't cute to let a bitch pour liquor down yo' throat
Legs crossed, lil' champagne with my rose
blunt
Yeah, that's how I do it and I'm still hood
I'm finna murk you and be still good
In every city all through yo' hood

I'm here to take my spot cause I'm a killer and it feel good
I'm covered by the lamb so yo' venom won't penetrate
Yo' soul hella foul from the men you let penetrate
Them soul ties, yeah, they real real
You my fill in', I'm the real deal, bitch

take the red pill
Sorry, gotta kill you for the sins of yo Father
Blasphemous nigga so I'm makin' you a martyr
He lying to yo' face, but tellin' everyone I'm harder
When niggas pick a side, they should've picked a lil' smarter

You picked a side a suicide, that was the wrong play
Pick a side, pick a side, that's what Nicki say
I'm so tired of playin' pest control with fuckin' snakes
You thought I was gon' let hoe shit, slide, nigga, not today

I shoot a shot, I put a name on it, blat, blat
I'm in the jungle, kill a snake up in her habitat
Send her a snack, a black rat, catch her in a trap
And if she try to bite, squeeze her tight, and ring her by her neck

Megan, you collateral damage, you should be glad I ain't put a hit on Farris
He hella grimy, all of H-Town know it
Just a trill-ass nigga, ain't afraid to expose it
That nigga snakey too, guess, y'all the snakey crew

I'm finna eat him both, I guess I'll have a meal for two
You say you H-Town, but I don't ever see you round
Y'all be hella hush-hush every time y'all come in town
I guess them mob ties got you niggas scared-scared

You always lyin', bitch, like you ain't got to lie, Craig
I Rockabye a bitch, I'm sendin' Megan straight to bed
Shit finna get nasty, and I ain't talkin' superhead
Now, Farris, why you goin' around tellin' everybody I'm better than this girl

And you know the little snakey shit you did
Why, why, why? Why
But you know what? Snakes of a feather flock to motherfuckin' gather
You can go behind me and do whatever you want

You went to my manager, my deal, you went to get my trainer
You went to go get my stylist, like, I'm like, damn, bitch, get up off me
What, you wanna wear me like a motherfuckin' fur coat or some ho
I mean, I mean, it's givin' single white female

But the truth is, y'all hoes ghostwriters can't f*ck with my pen

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