If she stole my feet
I'll murder that slut bitch
Not on this fucking beat
She saw that I was flyer-reminder If we meet
She a baby momma-Unappetizing treat
Im more like Creme Brulee-One of a kind to eat
He still aint go nowhere
She think she something sweet
He send her right back home
For Me He Trick and Treat
He Hit me on the phone
Like Lakers He 3 Peat
I more than work his bone
In battle I DEFEAT
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