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Rap on the track, yo.

This shit hurtsin' me. Bitch, stop hurtin' me. Bitch, please tell me. You with the

AP Skellies. Now I think you fuckin' jealous. Of my other bitch. She in a

J. Crew outfit.

Am I the villain? Hey, tell 'em. What? What's your schedule? What? Limoncello.

We can fuck, but I feel mellow. Let me get back in my car. Me and you met at the bar.

Swim pop my backyard.

And it's a war. Without the drugs, I wouldn't be hard. Bitch.

But I'm still hard. Without fuckin' your bitch, I'm wokhard.

I take it far. Might've just took this shit too far. Yeah. But it's a war.

I got choppers, you got swords.

What you wanna do for it? Yeah, I'll see your ass at the morgue. Yeah.

I steal this cord so I can talk to some of my whores.

Take you out on the porch. I pour up four in my Jordans. Four.

Way I cut cords, they want me to sing some more. Uh. If you mine, I'm yours.

But this shit hurtsin' me. I got herpes. And I'm off Yerkies. Might have to burp me. That Perc, that

Yerky. That Perc, that workin'. Girl, put that work in.

Shawty wanna see that squirtin'. Yeah, I'm tryna see that. What?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. I wanna believe that. And I don't believe in what you see, facts.

Yeah, the Earth might be flat. Yeah, your ass'll believe that. Yeah.

I want my mom to be mad when I see you, give you big racks.

I ain't tryna speed, but I'm tryna get my get back.

Get you kidnapped. Bitch, I'm the motherfuckin' Big Mal. Uh, you a Tic Tac.

Yeah, I'm a big plaque. So just sit down and sit back.

It'll be all over when I'm back. Change my number, I'm back. I just blew through a hundred, all cash.

I ain't payin' taxes. Told you you could kiss my asses. Crawlin' and I'm laughin'.

They say pass the blunt, I ain't passin'. Yeah, I'm fuckin' crashin'.

They say that I'm problematic. Fly high like Cobra ladder. Fuck a ladder, I ain't grab it.

She was around me braggin'. Then you left, bitch, what you havin'? Hold up.

Touch me, I'm toe-taggin'. Migo outside with a passion. What? Miss you, but I'm fastin'.

Fuck it, bitch, I'll buy you lashes. Fuck it, bitch, I'll buy you lashes.

Passion, with a passion. I do shit without attachment. Hold up, bae.

Shouldn't say this shit in a song. Bitch, come hold my pole.

Why you don't leave your room?

Yeah. Yeah.

Bitch, please tell me. You with the AP Skellies. Now I think you fuckin' jealous.

Of my other bitch. She in a J. Crew outfit.

Am I the villain? Hey, tell 'em. What? What's your schedule? What? Limoncello.

We can fuck, but I feel mellow. Let me get back in my car. Me and you met at the bar.

Swim pop my backyard.

And it's a war.