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Bitch really think I'm Jesus and I'm really finna save her
But I'll worry bout that later
Worry bout that later
In the cut wit a razor, indica wit some rolling paper so I'll worry bout that later
Worry bout that later
Bitch really think I'm Jesus and I'm really finna save her
But I'll worry bout that later
Worry bout that later
In the cut wit a razor, indica wit some rolling paper so I'll worry bout that later
Worry bout that later
Bitch I'm the best in the business
No need for assistance
Most of yall be asking for these features like forgiveness
Doorknob bitch I'm twisted
End you like a friendship
Got so many sails you would swear I'm on a friendship
Swear to god I'm reckless
Swim in the money in shellfish
Ass so fat, make you take your hat off
Bust then go to your senses
Press that bitch like Elvis
We'll do that like ferris
Blessings come wit lessons
Questions come wit questions
Rich nigga out the trenches
Serving these bars like tennis
Eyes so red look devilish
Make sure you don't perish
French kiss a bitch like Paris
Pussy done turned to a fetish
Don't fuck with pills like exes
Making more money than sense bitch
Bitch really think I'm Jesus and I'm really finna save her
But I'll worry bout that later
Worry bout that later
In the cut wit a razor, indica wit some rolling paper so I'll worry bout that later
Worry bout that later
Bitch really think I'm Jesus and I'm really finna save her
But I'll worry bout that later
Worry bout that later
In the cut wit a razor, indica wit some rolling paper so I'll worry bout that later
Worry bout that later
This bitch done lost her mind
Pussy 4 cash? Better make it smile
I'm just saying, it's been a while
Since I got pussy like a one-week trial
Better make it worthwhile
Ride that bitch till its fertile
Bust in your face and your hairstyle
That bitch give good head, wow
Nigga you think you're ahead, brow
Turn that smile upside down
Turn that grin into a frown
Yeah you a clown but you ain't got class
Yeah you a bitch but you ain't got ass
Yeah you lost weight but you ain't that fast
Yeah you got bitches but you ain't got cat
Yeah you got weed but you ain't got grass
Yeah you got meth but you ain't got glass
Yeah you rap but you ain't gonn spazz
You arrived first but you always the last
Yeah you got cash but you ain't got cash
Ima let it roll
But I'll worry bout that later
Worry bout that later
In the cut wit a razor, indica wit some rolling paper so I'll worry bout that later
Worry bout that later
Bitch really think I'm Jesus and I'm really finna save her
But I'll worry bout that later
Worry bout that later
In the cut wit a razor, indica wit some rolling paper so I'll worry bout that later
Worry bout that later
Bitch I'm the best in the business
No need for assistance
Most of yall be asking for these features like forgiveness
Doorknob bitch I'm twisted
End you like a friendship
Got so many sails you would swear I'm on a friendship
Swear to god I'm reckless
Swim in the money in shellfish
Ass so fat, make you take your hat off
Bust then go to your senses
Press that bitch like Elvis
We'll do that like ferris
Blessings come wit lessons
Questions come wit questions
Rich nigga out the trenches
Serving these bars like tennis
Eyes so red look devilish
Make sure you don't perish
French kiss a bitch like Paris
Pussy done turned to a fetish
Don't fuck with pills like exes
Making more money than sense bitch
Bitch really think I'm Jesus and I'm really finna save her
But I'll worry bout that later
Worry bout that later
In the cut wit a razor, indica wit some rolling paper so I'll worry bout that later
Worry bout that later
Bitch really think I'm Jesus and I'm really finna save her
But I'll worry bout that later
Worry bout that later
In the cut wit a razor, indica wit some rolling paper so I'll worry bout that later
Worry bout that later
This bitch done lost her mind
Pussy 4 cash? Better make it smile
I'm just saying, it's been a while
Since I got pussy like a one-week trial
Better make it worthwhile
Ride that bitch till its fertile
Bust in your face and your hairstyle
That bitch give good head, wow
Nigga you think you're ahead, brow
Turn that smile upside down
Turn that grin into a frown
Yeah you a clown but you ain't got class
Yeah you a bitch but you ain't got ass
Yeah you lost weight but you ain't that fast
Yeah you got bitches but you ain't got cat
Yeah you got weed but you ain't got grass
Yeah you got meth but you ain't got glass
Yeah you rap but you ain't gonn spazz
You arrived first but you always the last
Yeah you got cash but you ain't got cash
Ima let it roll
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Writer(s): Karabo Lentoro
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