Jewels
Alcohol all in the mix
Cannabis all in the air
Bitch touch on my pickle like Rick
Next day see her text I air
Now I'm just trynna fuck on her friends
Bust a nut, shoot up like a flair
Man I'm lost in a sea full of lust
Hide your daughters and wives, beware
I can never trust a bitch
'Cause their lies man they got me scared
Crucify your name even after you're dead
Torturing whore's in a lair
Never care what a jezzabelle thinks
Close your legs bitch your pum put stinks
Bitch looking like Jarjar Binks
You got B.O please use some lynx
Chain and ring wherever I go
Got your chick doing work man her job is to blow
Take his mic man he stole my flow
Wearing a hoody 'cause my rhymes too cold
Picture myself in a drop top
Got your bitch wearing a crop top
Giving me brains that's that good top
Baring too hard man I won't stop
But this ain't battle like don't flop
This ain't no pop G it's hip hop
Lip syncing songs this ain't TikTok
I want that Rolly that tick toc
My rhymes are smelly like old socks
Big like Ben with a big clock
She said that I got a big cock
So I put it in her tight little box
My songs is harder than big rocks
Smoke you like I'm smoking moon rocks
Blunts that's bigger than dreadlocks
Sorry lil' bitch we are out of stock
Biiiiitch
Cannabis all in the air
Bitch touch on my pickle like Rick
Next day see her text I air
Now I'm just trynna fuck on her friends
Bust a nut, shoot up like a flair
Man I'm lost in a sea full of lust
Hide your daughters and wives, beware
I can never trust a bitch
'Cause their lies man they got me scared
Crucify your name even after you're dead
Torturing whore's in a lair
Never care what a jezzabelle thinks
Close your legs bitch your pum put stinks
Bitch looking like Jarjar Binks
You got B.O please use some lynx
Chain and ring wherever I go
Got your chick doing work man her job is to blow
Take his mic man he stole my flow
Wearing a hoody 'cause my rhymes too cold
Picture myself in a drop top
Got your bitch wearing a crop top
Giving me brains that's that good top
Baring too hard man I won't stop
But this ain't battle like don't flop
This ain't no pop G it's hip hop
Lip syncing songs this ain't TikTok
I want that Rolly that tick toc
My rhymes are smelly like old socks
Big like Ben with a big clock
She said that I got a big cock
So I put it in her tight little box
My songs is harder than big rocks
Smoke you like I'm smoking moon rocks
Blunts that's bigger than dreadlocks
Sorry lil' bitch we are out of stock
Biiiiitch
Credits
Writer(s): Martin Balog
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