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[Intro]
I love you Ixzi
You fucking idiot
Can't [?] he deceased
Buggin' and tweeting my comments for weeks
Bitch I'm a dog, I'm a bark off the leash
Stomp on your sorrow, you fall for the weak

[Chorus]
Can't [?] he deceased
Buggin' and tweeting my comments for weeks
Bitch I'm a dog, I'm a bark off the leash
Stomp on your sorrow, you fall for the weak
Store the knowledge, and bomb all you see
Bitch, no you ain't ball like me (No cap)
I don't even like blue cheese
You ain't even start what you did, you my seed (Facts)
I don't even stuff, white tee
Know she a thot, she goin on a trip on the beach
I don't need dream like me
You ain't еven eat like [?]
Chuck up a piеce like Reese
Cook up the pots, we got feasts and the meats
Cut 'em on scene no beam
He gon wanna call an I think he gon need it

[Verse]
I can't even serve no fiend
Niggas will fall for a dollar, anemic
All for the dollar, don't need shit
Bitch you gon pop out and polish my penis
These bitches sus, and they schemin-
Wait, wait, wait, did this nigga just say polish my penis?

[Chorus]
Can't [?] he deceased
Buggin' and tweeting my comments for weeks
Bitch I'm a dog, I'm a bark off the leash
Stomp on your sorrow, you fall for the weak
Store the knowledge, and bomb all you see-
Nah, but really this nigga just said polish my penis
Bitch, no you ain't ball like me (No cap)
I don't even like blue cheese
You ain't even start what you did, you my seed (Facts)
I don't even stuff, white tee
Know she a thot, she goin on a trip on the beach
I don't need dream like me
You ain't even eat like [?]
Chuck up a piece like Reese
Cook up the pots, we got feasts and the meats
Cut 'em on scene no beam
He gon wanna call an I think he gon need it
Can't [?] he deceased
Buggin' and tweeting my comments for weeks
Bitch I'm a dog, I'm a bark off the leash
Stomp on your sorrow, you fall for the weak
Store the knowledge, and bomb all you see
Bitch, no you ain't ball like me (No cap)
I don't even like blue cheese
You ain't even start what you did, you my seed (Facts)
I don't even stuff, white tee
Know she a thot, she goin on a trip on the beach
I don't need dream like me
You ain't even eat like [?]
Chuck up a piece like Reese
Cook up the pots, we got feasts and the meats
Cut 'em on scene no beam
He gon wanna call an I think he gon need it