Guitar Song

Fuck you
Fuck me
I dont really fuck witchu
So you dont have with fuck with me
I aint paying for a bitch you know that is a sucka fee
You can get a nut for free
My crew be sucka free
You can call me socrates
You can check my fucking steez
Gotta mind the q's cuz I fucking please
Rats in my crib cuz they smell the fucking cheese
Call me tiddy boi im rippin out weaves
If im on the mic you know they wont fucking leave
Imma stand alone better bring your fucking team
Gotta bald head you can call me mister clean
You don't know the shit ive seen
In the castle where my misses be
Yeah I know she misses me
Ive been on a trip to long
Took two tabs of LSD
If you lost my name now its what they fucking scream
Im sighted in with my laser beam
I dont gotta sleep
Cuz i live my fucking dreams
Shake whatcha got in them jeans
Pull the panties to the side so I can fucking squeeze
Pull it out
In your mouth is where I fucking skeez
Mask on like friday thirteenth



Credits
Writer(s): Creede Wylie
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