| You my little mixed nympho in a confused state
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| Suckin my balls staring up at me with your cute face
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| You only like em black in your bag you hide the strap
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| Poking your batty on Instagram for a man to trap
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| Caught cheating waxing your pussy out in the carpark
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| For a newer pair of shoes to wear and some Carharrt
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| And always on your celly, ex tatted below your belly
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| Wanna man who’s flipping O’s spinning chrome on his own Pirellis
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| You like it big in that little pussy it turns you on
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| Squirting when it hurts you like a virgin on your purple thong
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| Weeds your escape route, purple haze and Grey Goose
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| Saying men are all the same, but wouldn’t get your morals changed
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| Crashed your nigga’s X5 you lured him with your sex side
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| And pussy whipped the next guy to have you in his Lex drive
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| Your life before that was robbing yards, slapping hoes
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| Copping cars, trapping bros clubbing hard you were ratchet so
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| Cos they love your steelo
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| Cos they love your steelo
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| Cos I love your steelo
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| Cos I love your steelo
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| Cos they love your steelo
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| Love your steelo
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| Cos I love your steelo
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| Cos I love your steeze though
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| Your curls are yellow known on every kerb and urban ghetto
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| Your arse is showing through your skirt twerking in stilettos
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| Always drunk in some party or getting crushed out
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| Plugged out, thugged out, bitch you bugged out
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| Braiding your hair outside your mumma’s house you cussing loud
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| Come back from some scrap over some brother plus they stomped you out
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| Passionate Capricorn cos from the back you grab my arms
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| No need to strap a dom my phallus splash inside your applebum
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| Face like Gwen Stefani draped in Armani
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| Blushing harlot catching charges fucking you in your matching garments
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| And when we argued you was cuttroat and so jealous
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| But what for just blow up in phone with no credit
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| In your panties you wet like (?) when you and your man breakup
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| Splash in your grille and dismantle your fancy face makeup
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| You’re running scams in banks with dudes, Gucci bags and shoes
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| Champs and gangster crews who clapped tools in fashion avenue
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| Cos they love your steelo
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| Cos they love your steelo
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| Cos I love your steelo
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| Cos I love your steelo
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| Cos they love your steelo
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| Love your steelo
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| Cos I love your steelo
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| Cos I love your steeze though
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| She’s that bitch man, she’s that bitch
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| 3 in the morning 2 in the morning 1 in the morning
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| Let me explain something to you — life is short, okay? |
| I need it like this to
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| do all the things I gotta do, I like order
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| Order’s fine, but you’re ridiculous!
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| And what do you want?
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| I want a man who knows what he wants — decisive! |
| You don’t know what you want.
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| Make up your mind, be a man, and don’t be wishy-washy on me
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| Hmm, I know what I want, my music. |
| Everything else is secondary
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| I knew you would say that
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| Then why’d you ask? |