Jet landed, she still winning
Fuck her nigga for a free piece
Still got her, need some new innit
Crazy girls with a loose ting, said she need a Molly for her stepchildren
She got a rap nigga, but I'm stepping on him
I'm not your brethren, you took my soul
I hope your new buddy, shit, was nine years old
You broke the law
You want designer, might hurt for the crime
.556 make these niggas sweat
You was fucking him, you told me that's your brethren
I'm not surprised, you took my fan way in ???
This bitch can't understand my pain, she ain't seen me tranced
I act a fool when I saw I got no cool
You went out and bought my mind, but I'm nauseous to go through
I took her to my room, then I fuck her 'til she slept
I strip her 'til she squirt
Her pussy taste like Fent'
If you ain't fuck him, then why is you sick?
I think I'm schizo, I can't wife this ting
I ain't cleaned out, so I can't lie bite my ting
She fuck with me ‘cause I'm Jama-Jamaican, she like my ting
She ride my ting, dawg
Ex niggas pissed off, but he still want cop the stars off
I still link up with my 419, niggas wanna do fraud
The ting think she a new jawn
And I just put the team on
She came up to me like a lil' dog, I'ma turn the ting to a big one
She said none of them like me, none of them want to do a big one
Still stand outside with the .556, told em, “Blick some”
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