BItch I Wanna Smoke Crack
Can't connect, don't got no bandwidth
We on set, Kubrick's and cameras
She upset, don't like my standard
Jimi hex, tab-laced bandana
Fuck a breath, I said fuck your answer
Sound like cancer
Aye
Bitch, I wanna smoke crack
That's that
I'ma get a cat, matte black
Bitch, I wanna ghost pack
That's gas
Triple 0's, blow smoke back
She like my apartment
You better bark, bitch
They ain't wanna start shit
Low like a tar pit
Blowing like an armament
You know she arch it
Cum up on her cardigan
She fold like parchment
Blacking out the wayside
I got that starship
Triple dose the K's, pack tabs
I'm on my art shit
Always let my friends drive 'cause I'm the marksman
Everything I send, hit lit like it's arson
I'm gon' need that GPS
I need the location
Throwing back shots
On the dash, fornication
We clear like VVS
This ain't no correlation
I'ma send her to the vet, ket on station
Bitch, I wanna smoke crack
That's that
I'ma get a cat, matte black
Bitch, I wanna ghost pack
That's gas
Triple 0's, blow smoke back
Bitch don't wanna go back
I'll OD
Holla to my folks for me
Your bitch wanna throat that
That's on me
Running up my phone all week
Yuh, yuh
Can't let it rest
She on my Bluetooth playing Faceless while her cooch up on my chest
Slide it further, Timmy Turner, I got no more wishes left
She a freak, know she obsessed
Between them thighs, my dialect
I might die to dissect
Shit blessed
No stress
She been through it this sesh
Go stretch
So messed
Fuckin' glue in my vents
Like yuh
Like yuh
Like yuh
Like yuh
We on set, Kubrick's and cameras
She upset, don't like my standard
Jimi hex, tab-laced bandana
Fuck a breath, I said fuck your answer
Sound like cancer
Aye
Bitch, I wanna smoke crack
That's that
I'ma get a cat, matte black
Bitch, I wanna ghost pack
That's gas
Triple 0's, blow smoke back
She like my apartment
You better bark, bitch
They ain't wanna start shit
Low like a tar pit
Blowing like an armament
You know she arch it
Cum up on her cardigan
She fold like parchment
Blacking out the wayside
I got that starship
Triple dose the K's, pack tabs
I'm on my art shit
Always let my friends drive 'cause I'm the marksman
Everything I send, hit lit like it's arson
I'm gon' need that GPS
I need the location
Throwing back shots
On the dash, fornication
We clear like VVS
This ain't no correlation
I'ma send her to the vet, ket on station
Bitch, I wanna smoke crack
That's that
I'ma get a cat, matte black
Bitch, I wanna ghost pack
That's gas
Triple 0's, blow smoke back
Bitch don't wanna go back
I'll OD
Holla to my folks for me
Your bitch wanna throat that
That's on me
Running up my phone all week
Yuh, yuh
Can't let it rest
She on my Bluetooth playing Faceless while her cooch up on my chest
Slide it further, Timmy Turner, I got no more wishes left
She a freak, know she obsessed
Between them thighs, my dialect
I might die to dissect
Shit blessed
No stress
She been through it this sesh
Go stretch
So messed
Fuckin' glue in my vents
Like yuh
Like yuh
Like yuh
Like yuh
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Writer(s): Damian Michael Bryan
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