Slay
• Written by Quellie
Click of my fingers i can get you killed,
Sick on your thing i chucked up my meal,
Gold Sovereign ring inheritance down the line,
Grandfathers, Fathers and now it's mine,
You have the audacity to say I'm shit,
Well bitch take a look at yourself you got no tits,
What the fuck are you, you smell like a bum,
I look like a jewel and you look like a thumb,
Make a nigga mad, make a nigga kinda angry,
They think you're dog shit and I'm the candy,
I think you got crabs because your pussy sandy,
There's more useful shit dried up on a grandma hanky.
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Quellie
Member since March 7 2014