1 verse) Killin' you I'm just shoutin' any plenty words Love's very hurts Bitchs without T-shirts After death you have an overdose of any words(bitch) Love's very hurts Bitchs without T-shirts Imma the author of your whorefull live You can drink a liter of my sperm with arizona tea I can crash a little ice (nice) From this fukin fridge without a celci term Rice in my plate with ketchup Foolish people thinks I'm gonna catch up THEM Fukin that bitch In her fukin sad ass And she really like which I'm so smart and I guess Her mama'll take a photo Of a fukin Switzerland chesse
(autotune: fat) But I only takin photo Of a pussies like this
(2 verse) Yeeeeah bitch Fuck this fukin siri tab Fuck this fucking web net I just want to fuck enough All my team is not bad Ecstasy will make you dead My team always in your head US Polo hat, ratatat, bitches going mad Bought a sushi set All cars are luxurious Speed up like comet My unlogic friend unserious Squad will make your girlfriend From resting - hardworking Sippin her in motel She's gonna lick my gold bell And she's doing it so well In the bedroom I'll give her a hell So I'm not Teo Dreiser My sperm make your face brighter Who's always high and higher Unlogics with God Hylar