FIST FIGHT
Corvian
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'69 Chevvy painted all black, heart attack
When i push the pedal to the metal, Make your bitch wet
Onlyfans money paying bills but ain't meant to last
She be lookin bad, but even better if she had a dad
Eyes glazed over when i drive past, outcast
Working 24 7, shitting on your head rest
Lay down, bitch
Look like Ceasar i am well dressed
Veni vidi vici, i'm the teacher
And you failed the test
Yeah, are you ready for a fist fight
Motherfuckers talking bout
The motion bout to take flight
You show up at my door
Pointing at me with a damn knife
To scared to come alone
Brought your homies with you for the ride
Stacking bills
Kitchen counter lookin like a bank vault
Pills in my ashtray
Roll 'em up to see god
You look at me confused
Cause your girl is sitting on my lap
Top at the stoplight, she be screaming all night
Thralls by the wayside
Shootin needles up their blood
Stream of champagne, bottles poppin
Bitches droppin low waist
Showin skin, actin' foolish for the mating season
Day turns to night
Start the ruckuz get your head right
Yeah, are you ready for a fist fight
Motherfuckers talking, better get outta my damn sight
Show up at my door, thank god i was getting bored
250 on the dash, floored make your bitch sore
Turn up to face the heat, turns out the heat is facing you
I'm your biggest enemy, and you should hide inside your room
Lock the door and shut your windows
Brace for impact, cut your wrists
Comin for your fake persona, cower like a little bitch
Ate three tabs just to calm down, look around
Haven't slept in three days, making millis with the sound
Iced out black, fake smile, and a golden crown