Hold On
There he go again
Talkin shit like I'm on ten
Switching character Ben ten
Demonic being like I'm no zen
People think Just cause I'm quiet
Don't mean in my head I ain screaming
Bitch
Bitch
Bitch
Bitch
Lemme switch it up real quick
Cause in about two minutes ima lose my shit
Gotta real fat pack ima get real lit
She got that real good wet makin me real sick
I be sick in my thoughts
Straight to the comments I'm sick of these bots
Outa my character
She think I'm in love
She think that I care for her
Stupid lil bitch
If you knew about me
Then you know I don't care for ya
I Be about me
Selfish lil prick
I ain never gon care for ya
Bottom of barrel you the last thing I'm carin for
Back of the shelf typa shit I don't care for ya
I could give two fucks what you think of me
Open ya door trick or treat
Beat up yo gah damn pussy
Then take off like it's a meet an greet
Pussy wanna talk I told her I don't play with food
Excuse my language I just don't give a fuck I'm In a real bad mood
Now as I sit here an reflect on shit
Think about the past an shit
Pull up that nine real slow
Pull that trigga get lit
That lil bitch wanna play w me
Gotta long pole come play and see
Gotta real big clip can't wait for you to see
I'm smokin on you and this real good tree
Now I know I'm sick in my head
But fuck it ima end up dead
Lemme just sip on this red
Put my ass straight to bed
Talkin shit like I'm on ten
Switching character Ben ten
Demonic being like I'm no zen
People think Just cause I'm quiet
Don't mean in my head I ain screaming
Bitch
Bitch
Bitch
Bitch
Lemme switch it up real quick
Cause in about two minutes ima lose my shit
Gotta real fat pack ima get real lit
She got that real good wet makin me real sick
I be sick in my thoughts
Straight to the comments I'm sick of these bots
Outa my character
She think I'm in love
She think that I care for her
Stupid lil bitch
If you knew about me
Then you know I don't care for ya
I Be about me
Selfish lil prick
I ain never gon care for ya
Bottom of barrel you the last thing I'm carin for
Back of the shelf typa shit I don't care for ya
I could give two fucks what you think of me
Open ya door trick or treat
Beat up yo gah damn pussy
Then take off like it's a meet an greet
Pussy wanna talk I told her I don't play with food
Excuse my language I just don't give a fuck I'm In a real bad mood
Now as I sit here an reflect on shit
Think about the past an shit
Pull up that nine real slow
Pull that trigga get lit
That lil bitch wanna play w me
Gotta long pole come play and see
Gotta real big clip can't wait for you to see
I'm smokin on you and this real good tree
Now I know I'm sick in my head
But fuck it ima end up dead
Lemme just sip on this red
Put my ass straight to bed
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Writer(s): Samuel Reyes
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