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Worst Generation
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Cat daddy, watch the way I make that pussy move
Kit katty, break her back when I'm coming through
Walk smooth, super soaker pussy slide on me
Fashion savvy, got her squirting on the Haring tee
Automatic, lil mama that's a guarantee
No karate gi but still I beat it up to where them angels be
Keep it ratchet
Why you think I fucked his baby moms
So when that nigga pull left stuck while I'm getting call pappy like two times
And if that child disrespect, make his mama give me neck
Then go post it on the net, get the check then blow that shit
My ways set no changing it, O-dog in em no caging shit
Prix a social menace keep calm but dangerous
Opp in perma stasis blur the faces when the track go
Stroll up on em, stroll up on em, stroll up on em, Stroll up on em
Philly slanging gonna call me jawn wick
Paint your shit like I'm irk turn you into digital classic for the kids
Ripping wigs, splitting lids,
On block or in my digs
In sheets I make her show that 4C meet me in streets it's control alt delete
My eyes they be all, red like roma
Weed is my aroma
Smoking on that gas, bout to make a nigga throw up
Dope dick in yo chick, she made a nigga go up
She ain't fucking with my past, then a nigga glowed up
Kicking in that door, when I'm waving on my 4-4-4
Yeah these niggas frosty, different bull just like a matador
Yeah you niggas lost me, why you reaching for that open door
Nigga think he Scott, bout to send him to that open void
And I got a Tommy better keep it on me
Bout to turn to Chucky when you creeping on me
Couple bounties, checking off that Dub and G
Nigga fuck the county, I'm from those Philly streets
Bro Imma keep it real
Mac the match the platinum chrome to match the steel
X out all these hoes I don't give a fuck how the fuck they feel
Bed to match the shades I entertain
Always in the fucking field
Fuck a bitch I fucking peel I got her on her knees I dropped the weed so now she gotta kneel
Now I'm getting pleased I'm speaking Guapaneese
Open doors like sesame I'm getting to the bread not talking sesame I know god is blessing me
I got a crib I got a house now I got a cat to feed
OG making fucking beats while I'm rapping in my fucking jeans
Yea they creeping on me
Double backing ain't no option when I got that heater on me
Holstered in my pants man that bullet gotta bleed for me
Like a virgin from the islands but that hoe she cheat on me
Told that hoe that I'm a lover boy but I can't love no hoe
Told that bitch to pack it up and go I need that (mumble)
Told that bitch to pack it up and go I got that uzi on me
Shooters all around me they some demons and they flood the party
226's 557's you gone shake that shit around me
Yea it's evil in here you cannot see me in here
I got that darkness around me like a phoenix in here
These hoes be fiendin' in here I got they feet in the air
You know I love her but I fuck her like we beefin' in here
Aye got these hoes loose like goose
Told her clean me up drink me up like juice
Right after I kick it with her friends like Bruce
She told me cut it out or get no pussy that's a truce
I like resting in the pussy R.I.P that's the truth
Got two Siamese twins 2 for 1 that's a deuce
Make her take the wood real good no spruce
Mike Tyse fight night in her box that's abuse
And fuck the regulations Indigo don't follow rules Imma fuckin' recluse bitch
Hey, check check
Cheesy mac we build the Tecs
Pick the track I'll flame the sesh
Calling hacks but ain't no ref
Cook the pack sauté chef
Bitch I'm back we never left
Stinky fast you eat the jets
You see cement you breathin' heavy
Hear that boy go heh heh heh heh
Hee
Chasin' breath
Triple S class level threat now cripple F's all in the chat like
Click, click, click, click, bitch
We breakin' desks he hit the deck we rage to death man cut the beat you may go deaf that hot shit
Diamond wreck it, black out, silent records
Classified this my collective, maggots die tryin represent it
Squadron, fye when ready, macs out, set to semi
Satisfied I tell 'em never, zip the file till shit get messy
Swashbucklin'
Said it get spooky when we clip dem lights
And when I'm snoozing I still grip the mother fucking mic
Yeah
Luffy how I'm stretching fives, opposition swore they seen us losing bitch I never died
Worst Generation dumbass