Just another day, just another dollar
I use it for the powder, be there in an hour
You know my bitch so sour, treat her in the shower
And once you walk away, I'm taking all your power
You wanna be the king, but boy, you just a bishop
You always moving diagonal, you need to switch up
And when I step outside the house, don't want no pictures
Not wit' a crew, but you know that it's still a stickup
Bitch, another verse, speeding in a hearse
Doing 90 on the highway, flying like I'm giving birth
I'm a curse, stay away from me before you catch the smirk
I'm the worse player,
Got me praying like I'm ina f*cking church
Sip the potion, now I'm in slow motion
AK tucked and loaded like I'm pulling off a close-hit
Bullets is explosive, and if I had to reload it I'ma toss it to the side, grab the bazooka, then I blow shit
Smoking herb, all my buddies think it's funny When I'm
Clutching my semi-auto machine gun make you bloody
Nose runny, clothes all types of muddy
Dripping honey while making money
It's ugly, but please don't judge me.. Bitch
I'm creeping out of the dungeon
I'm stalking creatures and making objects To fight their abundance,
But there's too many of them coming
Destruction, and my head, rushing
"Need to sit down and pop a few of these somethings"?
Hell yeah, I do keep them coming, hoe
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Just another day, just another dollar
I use it for the powder, be there in an hour
You know my bitch so sour, treat her in the shower
And once you walk away, I'm taking all your power
You wanna be the king, but boy, you just a bishop
You always moving diagonal, you need to switch up
And when I step outside the house, don't want no pictures
Not wit' a crew, but you know that it's still a stickup
Bitch, another verse, speeding in a hearse
Doing 90 on the highway, flying like I'm giving birth
I'm a curse, stay away from me before you catch the smirk
I'm the worse player,
Got me praying like I'm ina f*cking church
Sip the potion, now I'm in slow motion
AK tucked and loaded like I'm pulling off a close-hit
Bullets is explosive, and if I had to reload it I'ma toss it to the side, grab the bazooka, then I blow shit
Smoking herb, all my buddies think it's funny When I'm
Clutching my semi-auto machine gun make you bloody
Nose runny, clothes all types of muddy
Dripping honey while making money
It's ugly, but please don't judge me.. Bitch
I'm creeping out of the dungeon
I'm stalking creatures and making objects To fight their abundance,
But there's too many of them coming
Destruction, and my head, rushing
"Need to sit down and pop a few of these somethings"?
Hell yeah, I do keep them coming, hoe
I use it for the powder, be there in an hour
You know my bitch so sour, treat her in the shower
And once you walk away, I'm taking all your power
You wanna be the king, but boy, you just a bishop
You always moving diagonal, you need to switch up
And when I step outside the house, don't want no pictures
Not wit' a crew, but you know that it's still a stickup
Bitch, another verse, speeding in a hearse
Doing 90 on the highway, flying like I'm giving birth
I'm a curse, stay away from me before you catch the smirk
I'm the worse player,
Got me praying like I'm ina f*cking church
Sip the potion, now I'm in slow motion
AK tucked and loaded like I'm pulling off a close-hit
Bullets is explosive, and if I had to reload it I'ma toss it to the side, grab the bazooka, then I blow shit
Smoking herb, all my buddies think it's funny When I'm
Clutching my semi-auto machine gun make you bloody
Nose runny, clothes all types of muddy
Dripping honey while making money
It's ugly, but please don't judge me.. Bitch
I'm creeping out of the dungeon
I'm stalking creatures and making objects To fight their abundance,
But there's too many of them coming
Destruction, and my head, rushing
"Need to sit down and pop a few of these somethings"?
Hell yeah, I do keep them coming, hoe
Writer: loser .
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