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SKRULLS
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Up in Houston, smoking on Whitney, I drip like Brita, my fit to clean
Me and this Britney, thick as thieves whole lotta blood whole lotta leaves
Down on your knees Rugs on Persian, fuckin' your cousin
This ain't me, but she likin' this version whole lotta virgins,
All this ice make hell freeze over, sugar and spice, everything nice Callin' my phone, sayin' she need me
Can't even lie, water like Fiji Open them sheets like, welcome to the show
She screamin' my name and the neighbors at the door
She sayin' she a fan and I rocked that show You stay overnight and I'll rock that boat
Big ass V's, I'm a villain, I see horror I see hell
All these hoes, castin' spells, locomotive off my rails
I see lust, now I rail, think I'm crazy, catch me IRL
Lift a nigga like I'm David Blaine, dark clouds, it's a rainy day
I hate liars and I hate snakes, I'm done with games, so don't come my way
I had dreams, they turned to dust, gotta test, just to trust
Bro's were steal, turn to rust, in my head, it's up to us
Two band just a overdose, nothin' much, just to fuckin' yo hoe
Up in Houston, smokin' on with me, drip like Britney, my feet too clean
Me and this Britney, thick as thieves, whole lotta blood, whole lotta ass
Down on your knees, rounds on Persian, fuckin' your cousin
This ain't me, but she likin' this version, whole lotta versions
She ain't never seen me switch up
From a Honda Civic to a Benz truck
From a lotta bitches who ain't pick up
She ain't never thought I'd big up
To the same ones tryna call
Turn to the same ones tryna crawl
Turning the nice guy to a dog
She see the klaws bussin' out the cloth
Hoes packing out the VIP
They wanna take flicks and dip
They wanna fake flex they fits
They want some rich sex, that's it
I want a hoe who don't need shit
I want a hoe who could take dick and
I want a hoe, when i'm coming home she naked alone cooking in the kitchen
She said I'm her type on paper
(Whatever that means, yeah)
She said her mans kinda tight on paper
(He ain't got green, yeah)
I said, "girl i'm kinda done with favors"
I said, "Girl i'm gon fuck you later"
Oh I know, baby I know
I'm not the type for them conversations
Oh I know, oh I know
I've been away like it's a vacation
So we-, So we-, So we-
Up in Houston, smoking on Whitney, I drip like Brita, my fit to clean
Me and this Britney, thick as thieves whole lotta blood whole lotta leaves
Down on your knees Rugs on Persian, fuckin' your cousin
This ain't me, but she likin' this version whole lotta virgins