​i’m a poet

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I been wakin' with different bitches and all that
And they been posin' for different pictures and all that
And one my bitches love the white in her nose
And she look so slim 'cause you already know
And all my bitches love to white in they throat
Only when it's from Sol
You know I like it when you bite and you choke, huh
Three other bitches last night, we had a foursome
Lightskin, white, and a Filipino one
And you don't look at the price when you throw it in the bag
I do it right when I take them jeans off ya
And when you say that I'm the best you ever had
That's right, and that's word to yo' mama

[Verse 2]
My pockets so fat, it look like I got a tumor
Like, that shit pokin' out my leg
She give head, brain, like a tutor
And your bitches ain't designated, I tell it to ya
Like, on my body, I got 'Venchy
She wear Prada, why you rockin' Puma
I eat organic, and I only whip premium
That ass fat, and that waist slim, I beat it up
Hit from the back, but show no face up on her premium
My dick too exclusive, it's priceless, you feel me?
Exclusive to myself, and I ain't talkin' no bitch
Like, what you think we is 'cause you got my hoodie and shit?
Like, you my buddy for fun, that I'ma add to the list
Another reason to my reasons I be talkin' my shit
And fuck them other boys, I swear I'm finna run a train by myself
I'll make you cum more than me, like five plus, out what's under my belt
And fuck not makin' noise, I want the neighbor's know my name
Mouth wide, stay fed, feelin' me while I'm feelin' myself, uh

[Bridge]
Uh, while I'm feelin' myself, oh
I'ma ask how you feelin'
I'ma ask what you like
Even though I don't give a fuck
You like to think I'm heroic
You feel like I don't know it
You told me I'm a poet
Damn right, I'ma sing you a poem

[Outro]
Roses are red
Purple is fire
I'll be the six and you'll be the nine
If the roses are dead, I'm still hopin' to see
What you had said to me
Now show me a freak