between bitches
• Written by Anonymous
im boutta kill this intrumental
rap rhymy shit to get off my mental
im not just tryna sound sentimental
words to the pad like a pen or a pencil
im ya boy im ya fella a G
all this raunchy shit tho mama still prouda me,
ya my room lit up like a candle
imma spit something real so its understandable
you are in the h ouse of a young prince
whole squad break your bones bring out the splints
ya we laugh it up while I lighten up a spliff
we walkin in the room and you go all stiff HAH
if you fear me no sweatin its good
like everyone else you probably should
grippin the wheel like i grip my wood
hypothecially i'd say im the best
but spittin a couple bars isn't the truest of tests
im just really good at gettin cum on her chest
my appearance is tha t of a tiger
I've got some black but just a little bit whiter
"jackass you don't spit bars" callin me a liar
but check when this shit drop its gonna be straight fire
cold, heart, tear your shit apart
thats why im iced out on every single part
im sure ill be on the top of every single chart
playin the pussy like an erotic Mozzart
watch me kill it ill split this bitch open (open) (open)
I lay the bars like jesus laid wood
except twice as fast but maybe not good
im true to my word with these stack i splurge
fuck me up boy ill put you in a hurt
so bad maybe you'll check for a pussy under that skirt.
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