Luv Changes
Bust 'em in the mouth
Bust 'em Bust 'em in the mouth
MojoRockwell
Hit em with the best again
My life is full of instrumentals
Dark shit
And epi pens
Make the beat call me the RZA
ALow is my method man
Blowing up fast
Like I'm running from the feds again
This shit could get bloody
Like my body's full of estrogen
Swerving in my fancy car
Move out the way pedestrians
I am who I am quote shit
New Testament
Married to the game
Lucky Swami is my best man
Passing mics
But I couldn't pass a test man
Pulled up to the party with some diamonds just to flex man
Put the gold up on my teeth I treat that shit like crest man
Sippin so much alc
Like October fest man
Bust 'em in the mouth
But 'em bust 'em in the mouth
Bust 'em in the mouth
But 'em bust 'em in the mouth
Running out of juice
In my motherfucking chooch
I just puked
In my shoes
And I know my rent's due
Got three dollars in my pocket
I'm a rocket fuck that
Step back
Got a 9 in pocket like I'm playing set back
Yo were back
And your bitch is gettin hit
I'll admit
I don't quit
Like a bitch who doesn't spit
I'm the realest counterfeit
No imitations
Drop locations
I'm a man of reputations
Fuck a married woman that's a home invasion
If you want this dick
Here's an application
Got my red wings on
That ovulation
Living in a simulation
Cause my girls are 1-0's
And your bitch ass already knows
I'm just tryna save a ring
So I'm buying all new clothes
Bust 'em in the mouth
But 'em bust 'em in the mouth
Bust 'em Bust 'em in the mouth
MojoRockwell
Hit em with the best again
My life is full of instrumentals
Dark shit
And epi pens
Make the beat call me the RZA
ALow is my method man
Blowing up fast
Like I'm running from the feds again
This shit could get bloody
Like my body's full of estrogen
Swerving in my fancy car
Move out the way pedestrians
I am who I am quote shit
New Testament
Married to the game
Lucky Swami is my best man
Passing mics
But I couldn't pass a test man
Pulled up to the party with some diamonds just to flex man
Put the gold up on my teeth I treat that shit like crest man
Sippin so much alc
Like October fest man
Bust 'em in the mouth
But 'em bust 'em in the mouth
Bust 'em in the mouth
But 'em bust 'em in the mouth
Running out of juice
In my motherfucking chooch
I just puked
In my shoes
And I know my rent's due
Got three dollars in my pocket
I'm a rocket fuck that
Step back
Got a 9 in pocket like I'm playing set back
Yo were back
And your bitch is gettin hit
I'll admit
I don't quit
Like a bitch who doesn't spit
I'm the realest counterfeit
No imitations
Drop locations
I'm a man of reputations
Fuck a married woman that's a home invasion
If you want this dick
Here's an application
Got my red wings on
That ovulation
Living in a simulation
Cause my girls are 1-0's
And your bitch ass already knows
I'm just tryna save a ring
So I'm buying all new clothes
Bust 'em in the mouth
But 'em bust 'em in the mouth
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Writer(s): Chase Flick
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