KEEP ME SICK!
(Oh god I'm so fucking sick, eww)
Ten toes put me down 'cause I'm sick hey
Fuck hoes I don't know where they been aye
Die slow where I sit I feel shit aye
Keep the blood on my dick keep me sick hey
Ten toes put me down 'cause I'm sick hey
Fuck hoes I don't know where they been aye
Die slow where I sit I feel shit aye
Keep the blood on my dick keep me sick hey
I put my dick in she said oh my god
Dirty little terror I'm dirt as fuck
Keep that shit on me like Carti my sock
Just like a surgeon got tummies to tuck
One more word and I'll take off your snap back
Empty them bags you ain't getting your racks back
You want your racks back gotta come find them
Check your girl first cause I'm right behind them
Man cry about sex and a text back
While I'm sitting chilling killing taking meds and
I'm not Peter Pan from neverland
I'm more like Johnny Depp cause I'm
Off a gram
They're like "why hix fuck my bitch?"
Cause I can
I made your ex girl my bitch and my biggest fan
Why you wanna try beef on my Instagram
Yeah I'm ten toes down
But you can catch the hands
Ten toes put me down 'cause I'm sick hey
Fuck hoes I don't know where they been aye
Die slow where I sit I feel shit aye
Keep the blood on my dick keep me sick hey
Ten toes put me down 'cause I'm sick hey
Fuck hoes I don't know where they been aye
Die slow where I sit I feel shit aye
Keep the blood on my dick keep me sick hey
Leave me and your girl we gon be alright
Me and your girl we gon be alright
Leave me and your girl we gon be alright
Ten toes put me down 'cause I'm sick hey
Fuck hoes I don't know where they been aye
Die slow where I sit I feel shit aye
Keep the blood on my dick keep me sick hey
Ten toes put me down 'cause I'm sick hey
Fuck hoes I don't know where they been aye
Die slow where I sit I feel shit aye
Keep the blood on my dick keep me sick hey
I put my dick in she said oh my god
Dirty little terror I'm dirt as fuck
Keep that shit on me like Carti my sock
Just like a surgeon got tummies to tuck
One more word and I'll take off your snap back
Empty them bags you ain't getting your racks back
You want your racks back gotta come find them
Check your girl first cause I'm right behind them
Man cry about sex and a text back
While I'm sitting chilling killing taking meds and
I'm not Peter Pan from neverland
I'm more like Johnny Depp cause I'm
Off a gram
They're like "why hix fuck my bitch?"
Cause I can
I made your ex girl my bitch and my biggest fan
Why you wanna try beef on my Instagram
Yeah I'm ten toes down
But you can catch the hands
Ten toes put me down 'cause I'm sick hey
Fuck hoes I don't know where they been aye
Die slow where I sit I feel shit aye
Keep the blood on my dick keep me sick hey
Ten toes put me down 'cause I'm sick hey
Fuck hoes I don't know where they been aye
Die slow where I sit I feel shit aye
Keep the blood on my dick keep me sick hey
Leave me and your girl we gon be alright
Me and your girl we gon be alright
Leave me and your girl we gon be alright
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Writer(s): William Leigh
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