im sick cuz im ILLer sick like a killer sick wit the buisness who is it your dealer you bitch know she feeling this shit i can feel her dive in that pussy score high like a swimmer you try to fulfill her her needs be Cochella Christian Dior she ignoren you hella bitch you is bored with that lame he vanilla designer remind her how she can look bella fuck her and whisper that shit u wont tell her she dont think twice about spending the night if i let her i hit and she spell out my name every letter the way that im making her nut you could never funny part is we aint even together she keep you around knowing she can do better She know you a clown she know you aint down she know you cant swim and you bound to drizzownd expose how you gross as in iccky no shuffle she picky but puzzled this dick got her muffled face in the pillow as if she in trouble she give me the cookie she feedin you crumbs yo you ask who is it she silently mumbles not you cuz you stupid a goofy you dumb bro aye she ain't a hoe but she a freak aye up in deep ya aye tell her she sexy and dude just a creep yea we do not speak ya I herded the pussy like lil bo peep yea drip like a sink pretty in pink rubbin her body i work out the kinks yea wht the fuck did you think??yea yea yea sicker than yea ok You baught her flowers she pissed in the planter shit on your friendship how they acted pamperd she know im a slacker no aint no actor put her hand out she know ima dap her teach her to trap selling dope flip it faster dont have to pimp her ass out i attract her if its make up ahe need she know ima mac her pussy smell like channel even after i smash her im on my Kodak every moment we capture p