memxrial
-fucking head, cause you've nothing in your fucking head
You're just a stupid ass stinky ass bitch
And i hope you fucking die get stage 4 cancer
And fucking die in a fucking hospital please
Ha-ha-ha
Don't drive me mad bitch this day will be a memorial one ('bout you)
They tellin' me face your problems boy, I shoot 'em straight in the face (pow pow)
This shit that you played is terrible, its never goin' to hit editorial (nuh-uh)
Music and you need time apart, just give it some time and space
I'm holding my head down, hand's up (hand's up)
Glock in my back ye, pull up (come on bitch)
Shooting your fat-ass, spray down
He ate it all yeah, mukbang (nom nom)
Pull to the function, with a tank
Fuck your tesla man, go run
You play tough huh? you bum
You wanna switch the flow? I can (watch it)
I got your bitch, she sucking my dick, i think she is fluent (what?)
She working that thing, she throwing it back, she got the movement (move that ass)
She wanna go viral, told her to shake it, she gotta go stupid (stupid)
I stole this bar from Lxst, but, you cannot prove it (hahaha)
Don't drive me mad bitch this day will be a memorial one ('bout you)
They tellin' me face your problems boy, I shoot 'em straight in the face (pow pow)
This shit that you played is terrible, its never goin' to hit editorial (nuh-uh)
Music and you need time apart, just give it some time and space
You cannot love me my heart is a maze
I only love anything that pays
You making no money get out of my face
I told her to fill me some paid survays
You gotta be humble you gotta stay low
Dont show what you got they dont need to know
They trynna be friendly they all some snakes
Dont give 'em a chance to hit a from bellow
They telling me "Jim, you lost your mind"
But fuck them, what do they know about me? (what? really)
They only liking my kind when I say what I made, annually (per year)
They telling me "Jim, you lost your mind"
But fuck them, what do they know about me?
If I wanted to, you wouldn't be here right now lil boy, keep talking your shit
Don't drive me mad bitch this day will be a memorial one ('bout you)
They tellin' me face your problems boy, I shoot 'em straight in the face (pow pow)
This shit that you played is terrible, its never goin' to hit editorial (nuh-uh)
Music and you need time apart, just give it some time and space
You're just a stupid ass stinky ass bitch
And i hope you fucking die get stage 4 cancer
And fucking die in a fucking hospital please
Ha-ha-ha
Don't drive me mad bitch this day will be a memorial one ('bout you)
They tellin' me face your problems boy, I shoot 'em straight in the face (pow pow)
This shit that you played is terrible, its never goin' to hit editorial (nuh-uh)
Music and you need time apart, just give it some time and space
I'm holding my head down, hand's up (hand's up)
Glock in my back ye, pull up (come on bitch)
Shooting your fat-ass, spray down
He ate it all yeah, mukbang (nom nom)
Pull to the function, with a tank
Fuck your tesla man, go run
You play tough huh? you bum
You wanna switch the flow? I can (watch it)
I got your bitch, she sucking my dick, i think she is fluent (what?)
She working that thing, she throwing it back, she got the movement (move that ass)
She wanna go viral, told her to shake it, she gotta go stupid (stupid)
I stole this bar from Lxst, but, you cannot prove it (hahaha)
Don't drive me mad bitch this day will be a memorial one ('bout you)
They tellin' me face your problems boy, I shoot 'em straight in the face (pow pow)
This shit that you played is terrible, its never goin' to hit editorial (nuh-uh)
Music and you need time apart, just give it some time and space
You cannot love me my heart is a maze
I only love anything that pays
You making no money get out of my face
I told her to fill me some paid survays
You gotta be humble you gotta stay low
Dont show what you got they dont need to know
They trynna be friendly they all some snakes
Dont give 'em a chance to hit a from bellow
They telling me "Jim, you lost your mind"
But fuck them, what do they know about me? (what? really)
They only liking my kind when I say what I made, annually (per year)
They telling me "Jim, you lost your mind"
But fuck them, what do they know about me?
If I wanted to, you wouldn't be here right now lil boy, keep talking your shit
Don't drive me mad bitch this day will be a memorial one ('bout you)
They tellin' me face your problems boy, I shoot 'em straight in the face (pow pow)
This shit that you played is terrible, its never goin' to hit editorial (nuh-uh)
Music and you need time apart, just give it some time and space
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