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Yo, Gskiee in the house, Taylor County flow, sun blazin', Got a shorty always whinin', man, her mouth stay blazin'. She bitch about the dishes, bitch about the time, Bitch about my speakers, bitch about my grind. I'm like "Baby, chill, it's just a lil' mess," She hit me with the storm: "You don't love me, I guess!" I clown her ass quick: "Damn, you sound like my alarm, Runnin' non-stop drama, baby, where's the charm?" She complain 'bout me hitting her wid this meat. bih i aint trying to compete. just keep complain 'bout the heat, I say "You the real storm, Category Bitchin' Heat!" Eyes rollin' back, arms flappin' like a bird, I'm laughin' in the cut: "Girl, you wild, absurd." Every day same script, "Why you late again?" I hit her with the joke: "Traffic? Nah, I was chillin' with my friends." She puff up like a balloon, ready to explode, I duck and weave the drama: "Relax, hit that mode— Zen, 420 mode , not venom, babe, your vibe killin' the glow, I'm tryna build a kingdom, you tearin' down the throne." But real talk, when she quiet, she my peace in the chaos, Till the next complaint drop like "You forgot the sauce!" So I clown her gentle: "You my favorite pain, Always bitchin' loud, but you keep me entertained." Gerald from the 850, laughin' through the storm, Shorty stay complainin', but she still my norm.
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Yo, Gskiee in the house, Taylor County flow, sun blazin', Got a shorty always whinin', man, her mouth stay blazin'. She bitch about the dishes, bitch about the time, Bitch about my speakers, bitch about my grind. I'm like "Baby, chill, it's just a lil' mess," She hit me with the storm: "You don't love me, I guess!" I clown her ass quick: "Damn, you sound like my alarm, Runnin' non-stop drama, baby, where's the charm?" She complain 'bout me hitting her wid this meat. bih i aint trying to compete. just keep complain 'bout the heat, I say "You the real storm, Category Bitchin' Heat!" Eyes rollin' back, arms flappin' like a bird, I'm laughin' in the cut: "Girl, you wild, absurd." Every day same script, "Why you late again?" I hit her with the joke: "Traffic? Nah, I was chillin' with my friends." She puff up like a balloon, ready to explode, I duck and weave the drama: "Relax, hit that mode— Zen, 420 mode , not venom, babe, your vibe killin' the glow, I'm tryna build a kingdom, you tearin' down the throne." But real talk, when she quiet, she my peace in the chaos, Till the next complaint drop like "You forgot the sauce!" So I clown her gentle: "You my favorite pain, Always bitchin' loud, but you keep me entertained." Gerald from the 850, laughin' through the storm, Shorty stay complainin', but she still my norm.