b craz jesus piece şarkı sözleri

My house is a wreck She only met me for the sex Not on the lips, bitch Tell me how your brother is a Crip, bitch? Tell me how my blood is gonna drip, bitch Nine-eleven Porsche, daddy's rich, bitch (Rich bitch) Ella, not no cinder, got my stomach sick Got militia on my snap trying to hit a lick Mortified, you a pickle rick I'm a young bull, I been with the shits Frankly, I don't give a shit Walking on water I'm a Jesus piece I will hit your daughter Steady clutching on her Jesus piece Walking on water Fucking Jesus Piece Pray that I'm a father Leave my Jesus Piece Placing my bets, keep the Glock on Tourette's Homie Jiggy ask me where I keep all the X I think he saw her sucking dick on the deck Suck my dick, you got it on your breath Repent of my sins, drown my sorrow with gin I won't die for you, but I die for the fam I'm not trying to prove nothing Make sure the family see nothing Put you on a magazine Even though you're plainer than my cheeseburger He lurching, iced tea urchin, Sea World I'm a B-Boy, why don't you be my girl
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