Correction Paroles draws par Nascar Aloe

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Uh (Haha)
I f**ked your b*t*h, right, and then like, uh
I don't know what she was on
Sh*t (Sh*t, hold on, my phone ringin')
(Alright, ayy, ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy)
Awoo

Blood on the walls (B*t*h)
No, you can't have your b*t*h, my d**k in her jaw (Goddamn)
That f**kboy talking, it smells like sh*t in his drawers (Okay)
I got no problems, you get police involved (Yeah, yeah)
Insomnia, blood on the walls
No, you can't have your b*t*h, my d**k in her jaw (F**k you)
That f**kboy talking, it smells like sh*t in his drawers (Agh)
I have no problems, you get police involved (Agh, agh)
Insomnia

How many times I gotta say I do not give a sh*t?
Stab 'em in the throat, I can't understand all that gibberish
Yeah, sorry that I can't be like all of you f**king simpletons
I am your God and now it's time for your discipline
Boy, you're sippin' 'Tussin and can't even tell the difference
Listen to my music, you probably could take a sh*t in it
Ever since a jit I ain't never picture me fitting in
Your sh*t all the same but my lane is never a hit-or-miss
Mayday, think this fake f**ker b*t*h made
Run away, cut his face with a switchblade
Liu Kang, learn this sh*t from my sensei (Agh)
What a shame, who's safe from catching this fade? (B*t*h)
Seven Swordsmen, I came up out the mist, ayy
Nascar Aloe, A.K.A. fix my membrane, uh
When I walk in a place I fixate, uh
New age Sid Vicious, finna dictate (Yeah, yeah)
Blood on the walls (B*t*h)
No, you can't have your b*t*h, my d**k in her jaw (Goddamn)
That f**kboy talking, it smells like sh*t in his drawers (Okay)
I got no problems, you get police involved (Yeah, yeah)
Insomnia, blood on the walls
No, you can't have your b*t*h, my d**k in her jaw (F**k you)
That f**kboy talking, it smells like sh*t in his drawers (Agh)
I have no problems, you get police involved (Agh, agh)
Insomnia

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