Lyrics:
the garbage, who do you think you are?
bi-, guess it's time for me to get the dust off
And pick myself up off the carpet
But I'll never say the L-word again
I snatch your girl, I can't help it it's like a superpower
I called her up she said she wit you but she'll come by after
She said she'll freak my
Whatever I can do, be the
Best at whatever I do
I need to make America grеat like
It once was i want
To have еverything that I ever
Wanted i never thought
and easy
Got my rope out
And I flung it in the air!
I'm going to catch that horse if I can
And when I do I'll give her my brand
And we'll be friends
and easy
Got my rope out
And I flung it in the air!
I'm going to catch that horse if I can
And when I do I'll give her my brand
And we'll be friends
Bad lil biddy bitch, she do a blow
Painted her nails and she painted her toes
I'm Oscar the Grouch when I say go go go
Empty the clip and I need forty
I lied for sex
Hit the bong and leave it by the bed
She doin' what I tell her like it's Simon says
I love it when an ex say it's mine again
Pussy so
It's Lit
I gave up on you already
Why do I feel heavy
Things are looking scary
Don't feel loved by anybody else
Here we go again, I tell myself
It's
first 8-Ball at 120
Broke it drown and flipped it for 3
Did it a couple times, flipped OZs
From there, I was on my way keys
Got saved by the rap game
want a brand new birkin bag, it depend on how she suck it (yeah)
I'ma bust down my hoe, I'ma bust down your bitch (yeah)
She don't need to drink no
of it
No make-up pretty face, big back
And breast she deffo got all of it
No plastic she be born with it
No limit she'll do all of it
Break down
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out"
Need her back, she my medicine Never gonna be myself again
How did we meet, where do I begin Met this bitch on the internet
Her name I could never
(raise Hell)
Pretty boy, baby, paint nails
Twelve gauge ready, blow shells
V6, whoa, V12 (V12)
Just chop it, raise Hell (raise Hell)
Pretty boy, baby,
Good to me
I'll do just what I have to
To get by
It all feels the same
We'll wait until tomorrow
Yesterday just slipped away
She'll be there waiting
on you side and I'm afraid she'll leave
Picking blackbe
Nothing like slamming your face through the windshield
I don't think I'm riding my bike again
It's
and easy
Got my rope out
And I flung it in the air!
I'm going to catch that horse if I can
And when I do I'll give her my brand
And we'll be friends
a step-by-step to run
Cause some people hold on to faces and some people hold on to names
But she'll never do either to her it's all the same
So watch out
You
Don't make me hit you with my pocketbook
Say it again? Oh
Don't make me hit you with my pocketbook
Check this out here
Looking at my body
I
be me could be nobody else
Watch how I do it myself
Bitch I'm the champ
I'm the one with the belt
Plus I'm so hot I just make the shit melt
All by
forgot the last body
So we did it again
Like what, huh, what, nigga
And we the main reason
For all them walk ups and squeezing
Shells drop and homicide
the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta garbage pails, used to be a fag hag
Said she'll dance the tango, skip
the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta garbage pails, used to be a fag hag
Said she'll dance the tango, skip
on me
They sayin I'm grimy (yeah)
Fo' hundred mil' and I still can't chill
(fuck that)
Call me G, double barrel, N - GOON!
Boom! I do it like a 'Natti
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