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if god exist, then i am him
got my lil b-tch right on her heels
everyone i know say i’m him
talk that sh-t on his block i slid

if he open his mouth i’ll spin again
she open her mouth then drink my kids
these boys be cap they shop at lids
broke ass boys can’t shop at fifths

my money on jenner, not talking bout kris
passenger seat be holding my stick
d-ck in her mouth, in her p-ssy can’t fit
wear dri-fit ‘cause she squirt on my fit

i speak different language, can’t understand me
my b-tch steady saying she cannot stand me
neither can i so i’m poppin a xanny
high as a plane so i’m never landing

sippin’ on wock tryina get to the candy
sippin’ on wock, no i don’t f-ck wit brandy
off of the ‘zurp, on a whole different planet
born with a curse, from h-ll, i was banished

i was too much for h-ll
i do not need your help
louis v on my belt
remember packing and flippin’ them bells
i put the “v” in vendetta
you know i’m keeping berattas
tell my lil’ goonie to get ya
give no f-cks ‘cause i get her wetter, do it better

these boys be p-ssy, “sweater weather”
stacking my cash and i’m getting my bread up
days i was starving, but now i be fed up
screaming f-ck all the feds

i be trying to stack my feria
like my dad i’m a grinder, go and get it
everybody an opp so i keep my metal
a lil’ psycho, yeah, it’s twisted metal

tell me, who better than me?
double c, with double g
smoke like i’m d-o double g
pure sticky, it don’t got no seed

my b-tch gon’ swallow all my seed
in the back of the seat
issa brand new ‘rari
getting her wetter than sea

off of the drugs i might seize
grra, yeah, choppa, yeah
it came with extended magazine, i’ll be in front of magazines
gotta couple of tricks up my sleeve, ain’t n0body trilla than me
yeah, brand new srt!
codeine till my nosebleed

codeine a blood thicker
my stacks they gettin’ thicker
that means i’m getting richer
that means my b-tch, she thick

eat out my b-tch like snickers
no, i don’t f-ck with snitches
thats why i keep my pistol
they all be gettin’ stitches

i just be ruthless
run up on the scene they clueless
pull up with a f-cking toolie
leave they asses toothless

i do not need no pistol
i’ma just use my fist
off a perc, i’m going ballistic, on my d-ck, my b-tch lipstick
she worship me, she kissed it

stephen king
the mist
how i’m catching bodies
that boy won’t be missed
nah i don’t waste no clips
i don’t ever miss
if i’m gon’ send a hit
make sure it’s my kid, i make sure it’s my kin

if god exist, then i am him
got my lil b-tch right on her heels
everyone i know say i’m him
talk that sh-t on his block i slid

if he open his mouth i’ll spin again
she open her mouth then drink my kids
these boys be cap they shop at lids
broke ass boys can’t shop at fifths

my money on jenner, not talking bout kris
passenger seat be holding my stick
d-ck in her mouth, in her p-ssy can’t fit
wear dri-fit ‘cause she squirt on my fit

i speak different language, can’t understand me
my b-tch steady saying she cannot stand me
neither can i so i’m poppin a xanny
high as a plane so i’m never landing

sippin’ on wock tryina get to the candy
sippin’ on wock, no i don’t f-ck wit brandy
off of the ‘zurp, on a whole different planet
born with a curse, from h-ll, i was banished

- matte roxx

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