Violate
Marc Witta C
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I'm at the table I'm counting so much getting paper cuts These fucking labels don't pay enough So, I'm saving up They actin' like this impossible They finessing on all o'yall Running shit like an obstacle But I'm waking up Up out this hex And getting haters up out the session Man, f*ck it I can get reckless These niggas get disrespected off in this bitch Niggas get gitterish when shit pop off I figured it's cause they got soft Clitorises and knock off dresses And now they mad Cause a nigga got that raw flow I'm bad, I'll sing the panties Off ya braud bro Yeah, this ain't nothing but some pimp shit I got this shit sowed up wicked If you ain't talking bout business Then what you talking for My chakra's bright Yeah yeah Swimmy might f*ck yo bitch And I could help her vibrate higher Got bitches singing Like the goddamn choir Y'all niggas mad Because I'm on fire Two tears in a bucket, nigga f*ck it You be on that dumb shit What you want then? Come get this blunt lit This function might turn into something Let's parlae Have my bitties come Get me when they ready Yeah, I got that loud It bright just like confetti Two bitches on my dick, it ain't nothing We gettin' this money, we hustlin' If you want some of it get the bussin' We stack these hunnids Violate? have my niggas pull all up on ya, dawg F*ck them niggas Cause I don't know not na'an one of y'all These nigga's wild'n They tryna have me blaze em up These hoes be wild'n They faker than a fucking paper cup They watching only to see me fall I don't believe in y'all This is achievable Stop hating, bruh All my connections Stay lit like some intersections My niggas stay with the flexin My bitches be getting messy They goin' hard I suggest it'd be best That you back off 'Fore we pull up, then we pull out And then we blast off I've been delirious Like I'm Prince, dawg And my experience isn't some shit You're wishin' for These nigga's playing off gimmicks My heart just ain't got no limit I'm breaking through every ceiling Then coming back for the wall I'ma rock the mic I do this shit so proper like I got that shit that you might like I got that shit locked super tight I'm blowing up in this building As if I'm dynamite Finna f*ck yo bitch in a minute That's if she down tonight Two tears in a bucket, nigga f*ck it You be on that dumb shit What you want then? Come get this blunt lit This function might turn into something Let's parlae Have my bitties come Get me when they ready Yeah, I got that loud It bright just like confetti Two bitches on my dick, it ain't nothing We gettin' this money, we hustlin' If you want some of it get the bussin' Yeah, we stack these hunnids Violate? Have my niggas run all up on ya, dawg F*ck them niggas Cause I don't know not na'an one of y'all
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