Sour

Slowly sipping on this purple got me geeking like I'm Eric, Moving slower then a turtle got It all off a referral.
Cooler then the Arctic circle I won't serve you, If I don't know you.
Play with my money I'm a hurt you, Hit you so hard that it reversed you.
Shoot you dead, and then desert you.
My Shit to raw it might disturb you, My shit too Loud it's gone alert you.
Don't insert cause it don't concern you.
Got hit so hard that it Disperse you, and at that I'm quite superb boo, But counting this money is what I prefer Doing

These sour bitter bitches, Better mind your business.
This mac give you the business, Leave you In a ditch bitch.
We ain't fucking with no snitch, With this Ruer, You'll get dismissed.
Man it's sweet as Citrus, Squeeze them like a lemon.

Got drugs that's white as hotel linen, Got blue bills in my denim, Got gin, and juice all in My fucking system.
If that bitch get hype, Bitch my gun like Ritalin.
Appeal to paper Because bitch it's so appealing

All these sour bitter Bitches, Better mind your business.
This mac give you the business Leave you in a ditch bitch.
We ain't fucking with no snitches with this ruer, You'll Get Dismissed.
Man it's sweet as citrus squeeze them like a Lemon.

I not playing with these bitches, I'm just aiming for these bitches, Go get the Gun, And Get to spraying on these bitches.
Leaving bitches, Where the fish is.
I could really get Malicious, Cleaning residue Off of dishes, Called my so he can lick it.
Then he hit it Dipped it, Sticked it, All up in my kitten.
Once he get it, I guarantee that he can't quit it.
I Ain't really got no limit, Man these bitches bitter lemon



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Writer(s): Chakia Browne
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