Untitled Song
• Written by LtheTripHip
It's L the trip hip
Writing rhymes all the time I be sick
Up in my room, no weak dicks
Your girl on me, Her sweet lips
That was intentional
Sorry but I'm bisexual
Sometimes Over sexual
Don't worry it's consentual
I swear the grin your girl bares
Thats me when she be pulling my hair
Without a care if you find out
Without a girl cuz you found out
Now you want to roundabout
With me?
Now see hear
Youre weak, my dear
I can smell fear
And you reek of it
I can't even speak of it
Can't even hit her peak, I bet
Bragging like you sleek, yah Bitch
You ain't shit, you just talk it
You ain't lit, step off it
Killing all you Fuck boys and girls
Put you in the trunk and lock it
While you yelling out "stop it!"
You'll try to stall
So the cops you'll call
But I killed them all
There's no one left at all
So you just sit there and bawl
And away, you'll try to crawl
But there's no escaping
All the whack mf'ers who's faking
No originality, just taking
And stealing others raps and rhymes
How do they find the time?
But They ain't worth shit, not even a dime
Filthy scum bags and slime
Theyre not tough at all, just lay there crine
Trying to come back at me
But they're whack, you see?
I ain't no mfing Hercules
But I'm Bad, capital B
And I smoke, the trees
And I toke, the trees
And don't poke, the trees
They're no joke, the trees
Oh geez
Nigga please
Even If she gave you the keys
to her chastity belt
Your dick still won't get felt
Now see here Jack,
I'll be done with Your girl in a bit
As a matter of fact
pick her up now, and be quick
Lil bitch
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LtheTripHip
Member since July 12 2015