FuckRelationships2019

Lick my dick bitch, I don't give a shit
Lick my dick bitch, I don't give a shit
Tired of yo dumb shit
All girls are hoes
I'm comin' off cold
Make ya 10 toes fold
I don't give a fuck anymore
Fuck these hoes
Fuck relationships 2019
Comethazine, promethazine in my cup, I don't give a fuck
Tired of all the lies and bullshit
Finna tell all ya'll hoes to lick my dick, Fuck ya'll and your hoe shit
All girls strive to do is make us wanna cry and die
Done with all the bullshit
I'ma start playin' a little game called fuck and dip
Fuckin' on you, the next day her friends lips around my dick
I don't give a fuck bitch, I'm cummin' on her lips
She said it's so big she can only give me lip
I don't really care anymore, I tried too many times to care
All girls want me to do is pull out my hair
They don't really love you, they just love playing with your feelings
I seen through all that
Now, all I wanna do is smash
Fuck around with me for a little, then touch another motherfuckers pickle
That's a little sick game, it's on yourself, you're the one to blame
Go ahead, expose me, get your 15 seconds of fame

Finally done with yo ass, finally done man
Alright here, Neil let's see what you gotta say

Alright, look, look, bitch na

OK
Rotate, rotate, bitches on a rotate
Leave that girl sticky like eating off a old plate
These ns act like bitches but these bitches got a skin fade
You saying you ain't no bitch, but you living off a role play

Na talk, na talk, run him like a trophy
Keep a gun at my head, I wish I had a low face
I know these ns hating, guess that shit be going both ways
Na talking down, I put him up, I call it space day
Ground day, that na really stinking, put him six feet unday
He ain't know my name? I had to teach that na nombre
I say I got no bitches but these bitches really on me
I don't like to brag, but I got this set out for me

Hold up, hold up, hold up
Na Neil, why the fuck you going so fuckin' hard? This not yo song Neil
Like shut the fuck up nobody's tryna hear yo shit bro

Alright, alright, I got you, alright

OK
1-2-3-4, met him at the front door
He tryna sell his mixtape, so I left him at the City Morgue
Cold War, Turf War
I just got a new whore, nevermind shut up Becky hit you with that .44



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Writer(s): Lil Bazooka Shawty
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