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She do what I say like we play in the sims

Can’t cater to thots I don’t condone no simping

All my bitches bad as hell they hair , nails & feet on fleek

My role models sold pounds & committed Ponzi schemes

Bermudian grown vibe she some arm candy

Buss on her face then smear it in write my name on it like I’m bored with it

Long haired baddie resemble Guinevere pulling on it when I hit her from the rear

Everything we do big on big

Hit her from the back I almost tore her fucking spine out

ATM get drained & accounts they get wiped down

Turn up a bitch & make all her friends watch it

She love the the kid don’t deny me entry

Every city atleast 3-4 I be vibed out

I got my eyes on the prize I’m so locked in

I don’t have no chill I’m talking to these bitches reckless

If she don’t comply then I’ma send her to the exit

She like why always wearing black baby that’s the look yk? That’s just the time I’m on

HIM