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Cobain
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Yo It's me, Rhys You might know me Might not Anyways Look You want my d**k Don't even try to mount I know you only want me for my checking account Ballin' like a scrotum b*t*h hold 'em Ain't no way you're walking around actin' like a hoe 'n Not even an offer To me and all my homies They want done for I said don't off her 'Cause the way you walk with that ass make my jaw drop-uh Picking up the choppa Your man don't like me Krak'll crack his head open and bust his knees And then imma drop him off Over at hospital Henry Mayo may o' may not be able to stop the flow Blood rush out his skull and oh I didn't touch his testicles They just ain't there 'cause I shot 'em off about a week ago f**kin' with this freaky flow My b*t*h f**k like gymnast though Onе foot on the roof and another round my back In the all-black coupе I go We f**k like we're exes Or like I'll never see her She don't want nothing to do with me 'cause I beat her But not like Breezy She can't walk for a week 'Cause everytime we f**k The weak is in her knees Please don't leave This some pornstar pu**y Stay in the car and let me hit real quickly b*t*h I love you or maybe I love sex But God I love to see you with them hickeys on your neck Oh yes Oh yes Oh yes La, uh La la la La la la la la Uh, uh Yeah yeah yeah Look Calibratin' my d**k in Calabassas Make sure the blood flow is massive Lookin' at all these b*t*hes And watchin' their ass Goddamn it's delicious It must Christmas You on my hit list Talkin' your sh*t like I ain't listenin' Why don't you sit then You ain't gon' touch me I got goons that ride for me You ain't gon' see my b*t*h She hide from the public eye for me And she think that she's ugly But goddamn she's beautiful Walkin' around and my d**k gon' salute her though But like I said, if you want her I got shooters yo Watch your back if you tryna step to my girl That's Hiero Your only growth that you preach Is the growing amount of bullet holes They just go through ya', oh Oh oh La la la la la la la la Uh, nanana na na Na nanana na nanana la Look, look Love me don't push me I'm doing my own thing Y'all ain't gon' make me end up like Cobain The fame and the fortune are good but not er'thing sh*t I don't even wanna end this sh*t off with a bang I just wanna live with my girl from the 12th grade I haven't seen her in so long She's probably gettin' railed in Korea Where she moved so we got the long-distance thing I love her but soon she'll think I'm not all that great Pressure from my people and pressure from my brain I gotta catch myself before I end up like Cobain I wanna go to the burbs With that raincloud from my first tape That made me think I could do this sh*t everyday I want a white picket fence I wanna lay with her and destress But goddamn my life is a mess She got my shirt, necklace, and hoodie But God my heart is hurting 'Cause my head told me that some dude could take her from me Could he? My cloud, baby, cookie In my red hoodie Maybe she'll stay faithful But she'll probably get tired of me La la la la la la La la la la la
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