I swear i'm done with these hoes
Rick O all on my coat
I'm so tired of sick of these bitches, I'm putting some drink in my cup
Yeah, I don't feel none
Tell that bitch to go tell her lies and
Tell her she need realize it
I-I'm so tired of shit
You can keep them lies, lil' bitch
I'ma keep getting high, lil' bitch
He ain't een' that fly, lil' bitch
I keep praying she gon' f*ck with the kid
Please don't tell me that shit, don't wan' hear
I can't think, I take drugs bitch I'm going insane
Yeah, that hoe, I'm gon' buy her ring
Run away don't wan' feel none the pain
How could I ever put trust into her
If she a party girl, get off my phone
Cheater get sent out my motherf*ckin' dome
I could get fly on my motherf*ckin' own
I don't need her
Can't see that bitch like John Cena And that bitch, she a slut, need to clean her
Then these bitches can't ever even be her It's the worst, it's a curse
It's my killer gon' clean up the hearse I'm in pain, lil' bitch, I've been hurt
In the club while that bitch make it work Situation gon' f*ck up my head
Swear to God, shit, I'd rather be dead
I'm with Luke, that's my evil twin, my evil twin
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I swear i'm done with these hoes
Rick O all on my coat
I'm so tired of sick of these bitches, I'm putting some drink in my cup
Yeah, I don't feel none
Tell that bitch to go tell her lies and
Tell her she need realize it
I-I'm so tired of shit
You can keep them lies, lil' bitch
I'ma keep getting high, lil' bitch
He ain't een' that fly, lil' bitch
I keep praying she gon' f*ck with the kid
Please don't tell me that shit, don't wan' hear
I can't think, I take drugs bitch I'm going insane
Yeah, that hoe, I'm gon' buy her ring
Run away don't wan' feel none the pain
How could I ever put trust into her
If she a party girl, get off my phone
Cheater get sent out my motherf*ckin' dome
I could get fly on my motherf*ckin' own
I don't need her
Can't see that bitch like John Cena And that bitch, she a slut, need to clean her
Then these bitches can't ever even be her It's the worst, it's a curse
It's my killer gon' clean up the hearse I'm in pain, lil' bitch, I've been hurt
In the club while that bitch make it work Situation gon' f*ck up my head
Swear to God, shit, I'd rather be dead
I'm with Luke, that's my evil twin, my evil twin
Rick O all on my coat
I'm so tired of sick of these bitches, I'm putting some drink in my cup
Yeah, I don't feel none
Tell that bitch to go tell her lies and
Tell her she need realize it
I-I'm so tired of shit
You can keep them lies, lil' bitch
I'ma keep getting high, lil' bitch
He ain't een' that fly, lil' bitch
I keep praying she gon' f*ck with the kid
Please don't tell me that shit, don't wan' hear
I can't think, I take drugs bitch I'm going insane
Yeah, that hoe, I'm gon' buy her ring
Run away don't wan' feel none the pain
How could I ever put trust into her
If she a party girl, get off my phone
Cheater get sent out my motherf*ckin' dome
I could get fly on my motherf*ckin' own
I don't need her
Can't see that bitch like John Cena And that bitch, she a slut, need to clean her
Then these bitches can't ever even be her It's the worst, it's a curse
It's my killer gon' clean up the hearse I'm in pain, lil' bitch, I've been hurt
In the club while that bitch make it work Situation gon' f*ck up my head
Swear to God, shit, I'd rather be dead
I'm with Luke, that's my evil twin, my evil twin
Writer: Parker Romani
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