chris

Tall dumb bitch He thinks he flexing Texting my phone Barely acting extra Big ole Murder charge but big pack you be missing All you did was Wait 4 months To talk about my children Texted my phone Denying who you was Youll be leaking out the floods And I know you fucking scared Cuz you know I'm split your wig or push that blade with a grin I even want your momma And the rest of the kin For you commit the ultimate sin Till thin to the wall you'll be pinned Hopping in these waters You know I got the fins Why I'm reaching for the win Spit begun began