/ tezzus
dir. / moses.xa
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Lyrics:
B*tch I’m havin now
Give a f*ck bout talkin bout havin next
Bad b*tch, grabbing that
Take her home, smashin that
Smokin dope, asthma attack
I can’t even breath b*tch
I can’t trust my damn self, I can’t trust no scene b*tch
Strapped up like a f*ckin belt
Choppa sing Chris Breezy
Dølla gang or nothin else
Imma cross Ø’s til I stop breathin
This bad b*tch right below my belt
She gon suck my d*ck like she need me
I dive in that water like Michael Phelps, swimmin in that deep end
I got her naked no underwear, she my demon
I’m back on the drank, can somebody help me?
I’m on that lean again
She said how much can you f*ckin tell me? Without sayin it?
I want me a watch wit a f*ckin bezel in it, talkin bout BLING b*tch!
Tell me what you see, when you look into my eyes
I lost my virginity, when I was 16, I used that 9
He told me where he wanted to meet, but he ain’t see me when he arrive
We creep, dat boy was sweet, we left him sleep, caught him by surprise
Ain’t talkin bout catching freaks or f*ckin freaks, but we caught that body
Takin all the hoes out of Follies, I know that they tired of me
I can’t help I’m toxic
I just dropped my Roxy, Can you help me find it?
Really from the projects, I can’t be illuminati
Got strippers in my contacts, they wit me for the money
My brudda got that fire in, been wit me since a youngin
I’m poppin oxycontin, it’s f*ckin wit my conscience
King PHØNK!
B*tch I’m havin now
Give a f*ck bout talkin bout havin next
Bad b*tch, grabbing that
Take her home, smashin that
Smokin dope, asthma attack
I can’t even breath b*tch
I can’t trust my damn self, I can’t trust no scene b*tch
Strapped up like a f*ckin belt
Choppa sing Chris Breezy
Dølla gang or nothin else
Imma cross Ø’s til I stop breathin
This bad b*tch right below my belt
She gon suck my d*ck like she need me
I dove right in like I’m Michael Phelps, swimmin in that deep end
1 окт 2024
