OH, MY MY E

Oh My, my, eat Shit and fucking die. Creep, shit you better touch. Bet your bitch ain't thinking lust. You can't save a soul. I'll get ten and Freshen like a boy. I'm sorry to say it, but nobody else will. Start a label 'cause you hate 'em, then you Stay the same bill. What a fuck boy too, I ain't talking fucking Girls. Why you bumping up with Cuzzo rocking all Those pretty pearls? I got jewels too, blanco, And my wrist is stacked though. Big plain Jane, I'm still rocking it from the Last show. Fuck you, fuck you, Fuck what you say to me. Only thing that ever meant a thing to me Is twenty-three. You can be with six, There's some dried up bitches. You can be out in the gray zone, but You ain't getting paid though. Fuck you, fuck you, fuck what you say to Me. I don't wanna hear it 'less you talking 'bout paying me. I got green tucked, white dust K, and sleeping up hysterical. Hiding pussy boys can't see me creeping Oh my, My, eat shit and fucking die. I know real people, I got real deals, Cool guy. I'm ahead of you, cunt. Your life a fucking blank. I'ma catch you in the dirt and do exactly What you want. You a dead man walking, Don't wanna hear you talking. You blocking, probably off that shit you always Popping. No life, low life, catch you where there's No light. Blade to the neck when you got Me at the rez, bitch. And my bitch a fez. So fucked up she mistook it for the mez. So fucked up he ain't even got a head. Type a motherfucker think it's never mean ahead. Now we dead, yeah. And my bitch a fez. So fucked up she mistook it for the mez. So fucked up he ain't even got a head. Type a motherfucker think it's never mean ahead. Now we dead, yeah.