Lyrics

My **** lost his mind
Up off the tar up off the meth
Now I don't know
What he finna do if he upset
If you think that he won't crash out
****, place a bet
Someone gonna lay
And I ain't talkin' bout a bed
Babe, your **** so sorry ass
Fuck that broke ****
Couldn't whip a Pontiac
Tell him keep the cash
Bitch, I got a lot of that
Fuckin' sweet ass ****
He an Apple Jack
Bitch, I'm talkin' bout the
Shh shh we gon' wish him well
Free my ****, Shadowmane
Locked up in the cell
You be makin' plays lil' ****?
Couldn't tell
Bitch, it's BMG forever
Til he sent to hell
Written by: Kyle Sturgeon
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