She not a nympho
She just really like
To f*ck a lot
They changing
Up
And switching lanes
I'm smoking in the parking lot
I'm faded in the barbershop
I caught a fade
Darted off
Skirted into traffic
Now I'm riding
Like I'm hasslehoff
I said JEESH next
And it give em' a shudder
They still want beef
Bitch I'm holding the udder
My mans run up
And get you whipped
Like you butter
I dont need your two sense
I got a lot of the other
Testing
And stressin'
Ya' countin
Your blessings
You pray to a god
On knees
Every second
Wind in my sales
Ya' blowin
A lot
I'm writing a lot
I'm making a lot
I got
1
2
3
4
5
6
7
Scammers hit your
Bank account
Make the dough
And knead it out
I got
Bloodied hands
And my chain
That gleam
I'd rather slit
Writs
While I bleed
On a ream
On a writ
So sadistic
My flows
Still expose
The pacifist
M-o
You basic
Ass white hoes
Stay coming to my shows
In the 5-6-1
We been killin'
All you rappers
Like a hit and run
We gon pop of
On our own
We ain't need no gun
The world gon' end
By the time I'm done
Motherf*cker
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She not a nympho
She just really like
To f*ck a lot
They changing
Up
And switching lanes
I'm smoking in the parking lot
I'm faded in the barbershop
I caught a fade
Darted off
Skirted into traffic
Now I'm riding
Like I'm hasslehoff
I said JEESH next
And it give em' a shudder
They still want beef
Bitch I'm holding the udder
My mans run up
And get you whipped
Like you butter
I dont need your two sense
I got a lot of the other
Testing
And stressin'
Ya' countin
Your blessings
You pray to a god
On knees
Every second
Wind in my sales
Ya' blowin
A lot
I'm writing a lot
I'm making a lot
I got
1
2
3
4
5
6
7
Scammers hit your
Bank account
Make the dough
And knead it out
I got
Bloodied hands
And my chain
That gleam
I'd rather slit
Writs
While I bleed
On a ream
On a writ
So sadistic
My flows
Still expose
The pacifist
M-o
You basic
Ass white hoes
Stay coming to my shows
In the 5-6-1
We been killin'
All you rappers
Like a hit and run
We gon pop of
On our own
We ain't need no gun
The world gon' end
By the time I'm done
Motherf*cker
She just really like
To f*ck a lot
They changing
Up
And switching lanes
I'm smoking in the parking lot
I'm faded in the barbershop
I caught a fade
Darted off
Skirted into traffic
Now I'm riding
Like I'm hasslehoff
I said JEESH next
And it give em' a shudder
They still want beef
Bitch I'm holding the udder
My mans run up
And get you whipped
Like you butter
I dont need your two sense
I got a lot of the other
Testing
And stressin'
Ya' countin
Your blessings
You pray to a god
On knees
Every second
Wind in my sales
Ya' blowin
A lot
I'm writing a lot
I'm making a lot
I got
1
2
3
4
5
6
7
Scammers hit your
Bank account
Make the dough
And knead it out
I got
Bloodied hands
And my chain
That gleam
I'd rather slit
Writs
While I bleed
On a ream
On a writ
So sadistic
My flows
Still expose
The pacifist
M-o
You basic
Ass white hoes
Stay coming to my shows
In the 5-6-1
We been killin'
All you rappers
Like a hit and run
We gon pop of
On our own
We ain't need no gun
The world gon' end
By the time I'm done
Motherf*cker
Writer: Elijah Wagmeister, Josh Meredith
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid