Shark Week

No rhyme no reason
Ball all season
Me vs you we undefeated
Used to love me
Now deleted
Suck me up
Til I'm depleted
Imma good as I can be but watch how I fuck it up
Standing like Olowokandi you backing that money truck
Up up
Sneaking and geeking this little bitch a eater I'm boutta go fuck
She a little tweaker and got that Great White
Say keep your mouth open wide and don't bite bite bite
Love me leave me
I still need me
Shallow water
I'm still bleeding
Can you save me
Do you see me
How it look Doc this not easy

Call me Wrong for a reason
Catch me at your bitch crib naked all season
Off brand liquor but baby still tweaking
This evening off white and my semen
Let me take this time to say hi to my demons
While I'm at it maybe I can reference my penis
Break the fourth wall I'm so genius
We need more Kelly Ripa I say we kill Ryan Seacrest
Baby 'cause I'm Regis
Maybe 'cause I feed good drugs to my legion
Crazy 'cause I call it like I sees it
Tell me what you want this is really what you needed

Britten in this bitch suck my dick hoe
I got 99 problems I don't need mo
Say she like a little soda in her Tito's
I say we need more tequila 'cause that bring out the freak hoes

Guess what I like
Tell me what's going on tonight
Maybe we can bust a few shots
Now we're finally seeing eye to eye
More fake friends I don't need those
LETEMDIE running three deep like the Migos
Holy trinity doing damage to your ego
Walking on water something don't seem equal
Lines in the sand trying to separate my people
God can you tell if it's necessary evil
Please forgive me for killing snakes with my eagle
And shitting on these burnt hoes like a seagull
World ain't been the same since they shut down Regal
Putting dog collars on my bitches like Beagles
Sound braggadocious but it's oh so real
My girl thirty plus so that means she double legal
Fly or fry
Fly or fry
Fly or fry
Or get bitten by a shark in the ribs
Night feeders when it's dark it gets lit
No shoes in the crib water sports don't slip
Doing bad shit give me two to four lips
Four to six mins we make twenty-six kids
Give me five days give you thirty-six hits
Ninety-million miles just to pop this thizz
Make an ugly face with your bitch then jizz
Told her you can tell whoever who Mr. Wrong is

Britten in this bitch suck my dick hoe
I got 99 problems I don't need mo
Say she like a little soda in her Tito's
I say we need more tequila 'cause that bring out the freak hoes



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Writer(s): Britten Wright
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