Untitled Song
• Written by Twinkle
I'm throwin oranges
and they are comin inches
away from you bitches
yea im so distinguished
do you use your english
to all your advantage
and turn it into riches
get 5 figures by christmas
like its noone's business
they ask me for forgiveness
so I don't make them grimace
but I don't care, who is this
well guess what I'm relentless
I racket up like tennis
you know whats up you guessed it
they better give me credit
yous a chocolate rabbit
eating yous a habit
out the easter basket
and into a new casket
