Angelina Tommy Genesis

[Verse 1]
Christ, why you picking up your phone this late?
I only called you 'cause I knew that it 5 AM in LA
She tell me he gon' flip me like he flip his cousins back south
But she don't know that I went from cunt to dick early this month
I hate it when crater face, creator of the human race
Come to me in my wet dreams and try to tell me to give face
I met a ho back home talking soliloquies, made of silicone
Her bones overlapped, she was like a rake in his lap
When you leave me, I need to go take my mind off your dick
Get some yogurt-covered pretzels and a pound of a clit
But that don't mean that you can leave me just to leave me this way
I'm still a hot topic on the black market, currency favourite these days
She think I'm current 'cause they call me a contemporary slug
The kind that leave no trace, remorse
Go down with my shirt buttoned up
I don't lean on you, you lean on me, I'm skinny, call that Maybelline
Site-specific to my picnic, fork and knife when I get thicket
But you wouldn't know that 'cause we ain't gon' through that
Canadian schoolgirl learned it, connected anime drool black

[Chorus]
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Angelina? Is that you?
Thought I seen ya? Mmm