wretched

chilling feeling sick hand on the clutch the feeling intent sprint on tracks like a jet cleats on cement she dreaming of my seven to hit the scent of my cologne makes her moan is what I meant I'm nastier than a porno star with women in my beamer like I'm heaven sent way I drone these hoes with my intent I'm all up in the clouds like a jet coming down is not what I meant I'm droning hoe like a bet sick the flip flow like Tibet all up in the clouds is what I meant I'm climbing through the hills like a rent the way I flip my cash and shoot like a benz