From the 757 to the 606
I been running East-Coast mid-South, shit’s lit!
If you crush that bacon into little bits I’mma fuckin’ slap you bitch
I’m like this now, imagine me on crack, still out at 3AM but just a little more whacked out
Windows all blacked out in the house so I don’t see shit even in the daytime, fuck a lightbulb
I’m a candelabra type bitch
Fuckin’ Chandelure in this bitch
I’m haute couture in this bitch
Charm and allure in this bitch
Charmander, my ass is fire
A beat assassin for hire
Fight like a cancer survivor
Connive to win like Survivor
Contrived and gimmicky flows
Now everyone knows, I went and exposed myself
I groaned loudly now you’re like wait
I can’t tell if that was in pleasure or pain
She must be insane
She must be on game
She must be ashamed
She must be unnamed
She must be contained
She must be deranged
She must be detained
Oh shit, she’s unchained
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