Malicious (Freestyle)
Yeah
Aye
I'm the definition of an asshole, focused on the cashflow
Swimming in the pussy, I been working on my backstroke
She coming to the casa just to fucking get her back broke
Say it with your mother fucking chest and grow a backbone
I don't see an ending to the story, I turned that cold
I don't see it perfect but I'm working on a cracked code
A broken home turned into a broken road
Damn, no way to show, I just learned to grow old
Yeah, I just learned to grow old
I ain't got nothing but my heart on my sleeve
When I heated third degree burns hurt and I'm defeated
My mind toss and turn now I'm mentally depleted
Swerving curves now I'm crashing in the v shit
I'm believing this shit this shit have no meaning
I ain't even on a boat I still feel sea sick
Feening for the words to disperse all my demons just to end it
No relation to the fake shit, no pretending
My mistakes ain't recommended so I do not recommend it
And this shit will melt your brain, mind bending
I do the crime, what's the time and the sentence?
Spit a line, sniff a line then I'm blasted
I ignore all the fake, stay away from that wack shit
I take the beat then attack it
I been Off the Wall, matter fact, Mike Jackson
Better yet, Vans, need my payment in advance
I been working all week and ya'll just playing in the sand
My wish is your command, bitch
So pop that pussy like a xan
Oh shit, I'm turning vicious again
Oh shit, I turned malicious again
It's close to Christmas make your wishlist, bitch
It's close to Christmas make your wishlist, bitch
Aye
I'm the definition of an asshole, focused on the cashflow
Swimming in the pussy, I been working on my backstroke
She coming to the casa just to fucking get her back broke
Say it with your mother fucking chest and grow a backbone
I don't see an ending to the story, I turned that cold
I don't see it perfect but I'm working on a cracked code
A broken home turned into a broken road
Damn, no way to show, I just learned to grow old
Yeah, I just learned to grow old
I ain't got nothing but my heart on my sleeve
When I heated third degree burns hurt and I'm defeated
My mind toss and turn now I'm mentally depleted
Swerving curves now I'm crashing in the v shit
I'm believing this shit this shit have no meaning
I ain't even on a boat I still feel sea sick
Feening for the words to disperse all my demons just to end it
No relation to the fake shit, no pretending
My mistakes ain't recommended so I do not recommend it
And this shit will melt your brain, mind bending
I do the crime, what's the time and the sentence?
Spit a line, sniff a line then I'm blasted
I ignore all the fake, stay away from that wack shit
I take the beat then attack it
I been Off the Wall, matter fact, Mike Jackson
Better yet, Vans, need my payment in advance
I been working all week and ya'll just playing in the sand
My wish is your command, bitch
So pop that pussy like a xan
Oh shit, I'm turning vicious again
Oh shit, I turned malicious again
It's close to Christmas make your wishlist, bitch
It's close to Christmas make your wishlist, bitch
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Writer(s): Christian Pino
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