eighteen
Man, fuck ache
This EP sucks
I hate it
Bitch. I ain't gettin' paid, I ain't gettin' no money, I'm broke. I'm broke! Bitch, I'm fuckin'
Stupid ass- little bitch, dumbass piece of sh- Fuck this shit, man, fuck this sh
Speedin' in the whip
Swerve that bitch off the highway
I didn't fuckin' die
Why I'm always the bridesmaid, bitch (Fuckin' bitch!)
Out here I ain't got no damn reception
So if death try to call
I hope he leave a fuckin' message
I been tryin' to buy drugs at the old folks home
But they keep callin' the cops on me (Fuck the ops!)
24 karat rocks on me
Ridin' round town, drinkin' on Olde E bitch (40 got me drunk)
Yeah you know I been a lil fucked up, yuh
Yeah you know at night my homies tucked up (Sleep tight, bitch)
If you don't fuck with the vibe y'all can suck my dick and balls
I hope you slip and fall
Down the stairs, break your neck to this shit
Trigger finger on that eczema shit
Spending that clip in your face
Sending you the heaven, you bitch (R.i.p. you lil' hoe)
Nobody calls my phone, nobody calls my phone
Nobody calls my phone, nobody calls my phone
Nobody calls my phone, nobody calls my phone
Cause I don't give nobody my fuckin' phone number
Fuck everything
Nobody calls my phone, nobody calls my phone
Nobody calls my phone, nobody calls my phone
Nobody calls my phone, nobody calls my phone
Cause I don't give nobody my fuckin' phone number
This EP sucks
I hate it
Bitch. I ain't gettin' paid, I ain't gettin' no money, I'm broke. I'm broke! Bitch, I'm fuckin'
Stupid ass- little bitch, dumbass piece of sh- Fuck this shit, man, fuck this sh
Speedin' in the whip
Swerve that bitch off the highway
I didn't fuckin' die
Why I'm always the bridesmaid, bitch (Fuckin' bitch!)
Out here I ain't got no damn reception
So if death try to call
I hope he leave a fuckin' message
I been tryin' to buy drugs at the old folks home
But they keep callin' the cops on me (Fuck the ops!)
24 karat rocks on me
Ridin' round town, drinkin' on Olde E bitch (40 got me drunk)
Yeah you know I been a lil fucked up, yuh
Yeah you know at night my homies tucked up (Sleep tight, bitch)
If you don't fuck with the vibe y'all can suck my dick and balls
I hope you slip and fall
Down the stairs, break your neck to this shit
Trigger finger on that eczema shit
Spending that clip in your face
Sending you the heaven, you bitch (R.i.p. you lil' hoe)
Nobody calls my phone, nobody calls my phone
Nobody calls my phone, nobody calls my phone
Nobody calls my phone, nobody calls my phone
Cause I don't give nobody my fuckin' phone number
Fuck everything
Nobody calls my phone, nobody calls my phone
Nobody calls my phone, nobody calls my phone
Nobody calls my phone, nobody calls my phone
Cause I don't give nobody my fuckin' phone number
Credits
Writer(s): William Crooks
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