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Bitch drive the boat She do the most That's why I call her a hoe Tuckin' the pole Murder she wrote Boy you better take yo notes Aim for the head You know he dead Bitch we slid like sleds Back from the dead Without the dreads F*ck it I'm faded again Bitch drive the boat She do the most That's why I call her a hoe Tuckin' the pole Murder she wrote Boy you better take yo notes Aim for the head You know he dead Bitch we slid like sleds Back from the dead Without the dreads F*ck it I'm faded again Fucking on twins F*ck em then I gotta spin I gotta twirl I got the blixk It gotta dick Crack like a nut Call me a squirrel Fucking yo girl Rocking her world With no guitar F*ck in the car F*ck in the kitchen Like a porn star She can go far I can go deep Yo bitch a freak Read it and weap She fucking on me Fucking my bitch And the homies She just a treesh She off the leash Like a porn star She can go far I can go deep Yo bitch a freak Read it and weap She fucking on me Fucking my bitch And the homies She just a treesh She off the leash Bitch drive the boat She do the most That's why I call her a hoe Tuckin' the pole Murder she wrote Boy you better take yo notes Aim for the head You know he dead Bitch we slid like sleds Back from the dead Without the dreads F*ck it I'm faded again Bitch drive the boat She do the most That's why I call her a hoe Tuckin' the pole Murder she wrote Boy you better take yo notes Aim for the head You know he dead Bitch we slid like sleds Back from the dead Without the dreads F*ck it I'm faded again I made it I made it Bad bitch get X Rated Spicy ass ho like Cajun No I don't do no dating Yo plug dry like raisins My niggas hotter than Satan Why the plug got me waiting Might rob em cause I'm anxious Aye aye Pop that blixk Twirling Ain't no woo walking Get that shit outta here Retro Jordans creased Cause I Moon walked out the leer Flyer the pilot No denying This my fucking year I made it I made it Bad bitch get X Rated Spicy ass ho like Cajun No I don't do no dating Yo plug dry like raisins My niggas hotter than Satan Why the plug got me waiting Might rob em cause I'm anxious That's why I call her a hoe Tuckin' the pole Murder she wrote Boy you better take yo notes Aim for the head You know he dead Bitch we slid like sleds Back from the dead Without the dreads F*ck it I'm faded again