MATCH

Hook:
It'll get worse
Put you in the dirt
Fires in the church
Feel the curse
Make these bitches squirt
Right inside her skirt
And make it hurt
They gonna feel the burn
Like I just got my turn
And squish the worm
Take the Matches
Out my pocket
Let it burn
X2

First Verse:
You think we playing hoe
I just got my flame thrower
Load the gasoline inside
I promise
That it's game over
We taking over
Hold up
Bitch you need a make over
Take control
And shake this shit up
Pop it
Like a can of soda
The Darkest cobra
Venom
Leaking out my mouth
It's dripping
Walk into the strip club
With a dollar
Cause I'm never tipping
Feel it in my muthafuckin body
Devils in my mind
I spread my wings
And fuck an angel
Beat it up
Until she crying
And If im dying
Then I'm Crawling out my fucking grave
Breathing fire out my fuckin mouth
And blow this bitch away
I got my dog
You knowing
That we came
To fucking play
Barking loud
And bite your fuxking face
And tear that bitch away
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Chant:
Now where your bitches at
Get some
You got a problem muthafucka
Come and jump
Now Where your niggas at
Get some
You got a problem muthafucka
Come and jump
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Hook:
It'll get worse
Put you in the dirt
Fires in the church
Feel the curse
Make these bitches squirt
Right inside her skirt
And make it hurt
They gonna feel the burn
Like I just got my turn
And squish the worm
Take the Matches
Out my pocket
Let it burn
X1

Second Verse:
I never gave a fuck about your feelings
I pop a wheelie
With the mac
And then I fuckin rip it
I count about thousand dollars
Then I fucking spend it
Black whip
Chrome rims
All my windows tinted
Bitches spinning
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Tripping out
Blacking out
We gonna pour a bottle
Drink it down
Piss it out
Who the fuck is that
Get the crowds
We Get em loud
Where them bitches at
Now Bring em out
They On the couch
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