1st, 2nd, 3rd, bitches come in their place last year, I just beat a snail in the turtle race
When the cunt eat these hoes, I ain't got no taste bitch came with a bag, so I don't care about her face
I ain't tryna cuff no bitch, I'm just tryna f*ck I ain't tryna cuddle with you, need to pull your panties up
Like any squirrel in this world, tryna get a nut To them hoes, gonna f*ck my heart, you must be drunk as f*ck
I did something wrong, I don't even feel bad but if you ever cross me like the hoe, I'm always on your ass
Check the expiration date, I'm that lil' pass forever ain't forever, I done learned that nothing don't last
I eat the curse, I don't burn, just for me, fast future lookin' kinda fuzzy, cause I'm livin' in the past
You got the ball, so don't drop it, boy, that show ass f*ck it, roll the wood, tight flight, cause time is fast
When it's come to the reppin', I ain't got no chill Like an ant, I'm workin' for the free, I don't want no deal
Hearin' voices, yeah, I think I need them crazy pills I think I need to sit down with Oprah and Dr. Phil
Ever since that one day, I don't know how to feel but I made peace with them, I still promise to keep it real
I've been takin' on the world like the men are still bitch, I'm TTG, stayin' dangerous to keep it over still
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1st, 2nd, 3rd, bitches come in their place last year, I just beat a snail in the turtle race
When the cunt eat these hoes, I ain't got no taste bitch came with a bag, so I don't care about her face
I ain't tryna cuff no bitch, I'm just tryna f*ck I ain't tryna cuddle with you, need to pull your panties up
Like any squirrel in this world, tryna get a nut To them hoes, gonna f*ck my heart, you must be drunk as f*ck
I did something wrong, I don't even feel bad but if you ever cross me like the hoe, I'm always on your ass
Check the expiration date, I'm that lil' pass forever ain't forever, I done learned that nothing don't last
I eat the curse, I don't burn, just for me, fast future lookin' kinda fuzzy, cause I'm livin' in the past
You got the ball, so don't drop it, boy, that show ass f*ck it, roll the wood, tight flight, cause time is fast
When it's come to the reppin', I ain't got no chill Like an ant, I'm workin' for the free, I don't want no deal
Hearin' voices, yeah, I think I need them crazy pills I think I need to sit down with Oprah and Dr. Phil
Ever since that one day, I don't know how to feel but I made peace with them, I still promise to keep it real
I've been takin' on the world like the men are still bitch, I'm TTG, stayin' dangerous to keep it over still
When the cunt eat these hoes, I ain't got no taste bitch came with a bag, so I don't care about her face
I ain't tryna cuff no bitch, I'm just tryna f*ck I ain't tryna cuddle with you, need to pull your panties up
Like any squirrel in this world, tryna get a nut To them hoes, gonna f*ck my heart, you must be drunk as f*ck
I did something wrong, I don't even feel bad but if you ever cross me like the hoe, I'm always on your ass
Check the expiration date, I'm that lil' pass forever ain't forever, I done learned that nothing don't last
I eat the curse, I don't burn, just for me, fast future lookin' kinda fuzzy, cause I'm livin' in the past
You got the ball, so don't drop it, boy, that show ass f*ck it, roll the wood, tight flight, cause time is fast
When it's come to the reppin', I ain't got no chill Like an ant, I'm workin' for the free, I don't want no deal
Hearin' voices, yeah, I think I need them crazy pills I think I need to sit down with Oprah and Dr. Phil
Ever since that one day, I don't know how to feel but I made peace with them, I still promise to keep it real
I've been takin' on the world like the men are still bitch, I'm TTG, stayin' dangerous to keep it over still
Writer: Aaron Smith
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