confirmed anger

Bitch Bitches wanna be so me so bad And every time I come they big mad God damn fag just like my dad He'll get dick I leave he's so sad He wanna suck it Oh shit My bad Making love stories just like watt pad Suckin top of the top that's first class Every time he sees me he blush Poker hand full house no flush Driver him round passenger seat We can drive slow no rush Only when he want on this meat Kill flows on my own sick beat Makin him mine Is my past time Hatin on me wastin your damn time Lipping loppin in the club a rush Meetin up for a hookup that's lust No love for you boy that's trust Fat ass hushed mouth a must Sayin he's goin miss a munch Stopping calling me fag that's sus Baby I'm callin your bluff Tellin me flow suck okay When he wanna ride we not gay Boy f*ck you and yo toupee I'm pass that blunt wizzay Dab Keef and resin filet Eating that shit up the buffet When he senda snap it's riskay Slide the addy and I'm only damn way When he wanna shoot up he run Only thing is I don't wanna shoot guns Pistol whippin his mama and son Then I'm run to the sun… set Body collect, fuckin up life cuz I'm stacking up credit card debt, F*ck the collect, college degree is pathetic but now I don't get no respect