Fusion Dance

All my bags are fat as fuck
High as hell so ladder up
Creeping on me daggers tucked
Y'all bitches stuck in the sludge
Ima pour a four of mud
Your bitch with me doing drugs
Fucking your bitch then cum on her face
Let the crew hit than she outta my place
Give her her phone back and send her on way
No I don't love them they get no boutique
Y'all bitches faker than donald s toupee
Dine by myself but I'm eating suefla
That's the good life
That's the really good life
Use to bang out only knew the hood life
I change my ways I change my ways
But I still got my temper
Heat the situation you I leave you cold like winter
Let the clip out till i leave all you pussies screaming
I got enemies but still I am my biggest demon
Ima sacrifice bitch I make that sacrifice
Wash my sins away I give my life like Jesus Christ

Fusion dance
Fusion dance
Fusion dance
Fusion dance
Fusion dance
Fusion dance
Fusion dance
Fusion dance



Credits
Writer(s): Timothy Chulwick
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