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You the GOAT Bliss

I think I might be boring

My lil' shit, she getting bored of me

I give my dukes some money just for gas

Cause she did more for me

I remember blowing Os in my room, my momma scolded me

You can never, ever be my bitch, just keep it cordial-y

He doing all that playing

Lil' nigga, we get you score some cheese

I give your bitch some money just for head

Cause she did more than please

You can never, ever be my plug, cause you so poor and needy

I can't buy no carts off of you

Cause you was begging, please

I'm smart with my crimes, and I'm never coppin' pleas

Ay, get the fuck up off me, lil' bitch, you just like a flea

Ay, ouu this head so good, she do it nasty on her knees

I told you that I nutted right there

Bitch, you can't fucking see

I come through like Muhammad Ali, I'm stinging like a bee

I done knocked the lights out that nigga

Now he can't look at me

We got work on the floor, and got work in the back

If you shoot him, don't get comfortable

Give him a double tap

My nigga real life, KayFlock, he doing dirt in some tracks

Better pray that you come home

Cause I don't think you coming back

I ain't wrote in some months, I might get back on my shit

She gon' treat me like a lollipop, you know she give me licks

Like it's a nigga birthday, y'all, he don't mean that shit

Yeah, yeah

I be high as hell, so ain't no coming quick

Shorty getting mad, keep telling me she finna quit

Multicolored drugs on me, think I'm eating Trix

The way I'm slamming sluts, you a think Mark Henry did

When I get rich, I ain't giving niggas shit

I'm wearing foreign shit, you got on FYP fits

You a funny guy, you make the hoes laugh and shit

She take me serious, I'm smacking on her ass and shit

This bitch wanna blow me, all I hear is tick tick

(boom)

My heart cold in the heat, feel like I got on Vicks