[Chorus]
I show my ends she gone bend 'til her body break
Pack off that boat, out them crates, ven aqui get a taste
She got her nose on a plate and I can't feel my face
Creased off that gin, she got cake, put me in my place
Black Telfar tote, platinum ropes, make me so vain
End of my rope, what is hope, make me feel pain
Fuck up my day, make me pay, make me feel angst
Make me feel angst, make me feel pain
[Verse]
Niggas pussy, see it in your eyes, I can smell it
You ain't got to tell me niggas spies, know they telling
Too juicy, spread a bitch thighs and inhale it
Hit a loosey, nigga up the fye, interstellar
Shawty low, bitch hit the ground, hit the cellar
Best seller, I could write a book how to sell it
Type jealous, nigga do the most, overzealous
Potion too focused, drop a load in her pelvis
Off the potion, too damn throwed, applying pressure
Off the bottom shelf, trying to put her back together
Feel like I'm in Gotham, wearing all this black leather
Spoil her 'til she rotten, I could change the damn weather
Thunderstorm, oh, make it rain, make it hail
I could change your life, make it pain, make it hell
She just want to pipe, to get slain and get held
She don't want the life, or the fame or the wealth
I show my ends she gone bend 'til her body break
Pack off that boat, out them crates, ven aqui get a taste
She got her nose on a plate and I can't feel my face
Creased off that gin, she got cake, put me in my place
Black Telfar tote, platinum ropes, make me so vain
End of my rope, what is hope, make me feel pain
Fuck up my day, make me pay, make me feel angst
Make me feel angst, make me feel pain
[Verse]
Niggas pussy, see it in your eyes, I can smell it
You ain't got to tell me niggas spies, know they telling
Too juicy, spread a bitch thighs and inhale it
Hit a loosey, nigga up the fye, interstellar
Shawty low, bitch hit the ground, hit the cellar
Best seller, I could write a book how to sell it
Type jealous, nigga do the most, overzealous
Potion too focused, drop a load in her pelvis
Off the potion, too damn throwed, applying pressure
Off the bottom shelf, trying to put her back together
Feel like I'm in Gotham, wearing all this black leather
Spoil her 'til she rotten, I could change the damn weather
Thunderstorm, oh, make it rain, make it hail
I could change your life, make it pain, make it hell
She just want to pipe, to get slain and get held
She don't want the life, or the fame or the wealth
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