| 'Ringe
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| Yeah, I’m fuckin', I don’t give a shit
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| If I did I probably would’ve killed myself by now, serious
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| Ayy, ayy
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| I could be like demons too, but I’m physical like abuse
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| I could beat ya fuckin' head in with a tooley, like a tool
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| I don’t want nothing to do, I don’t want nothing to do
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| Just the fuckin' thought of you
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| I’m gon' throw you across the room, yikes
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| Take another L in for the week, fuck a talk
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| Beat a bitch until she never fuckin' speaks, with a tweak
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| Anyway, double deckin' with the mental never helpin'
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| Never ever gonna take it, not again, you’ll know the pressure
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| Hand over neck, you like chokin', ayy
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| Forcing my dick in the open, ayy
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| Ever felt rape in the morning, ayy?
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| If not, okay, then I show ya, ayy
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| Feeling— feeling my rage as I stroke it, ayy
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| I don’t say fuck, I say pokin', ayy
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| I see the tears on her gorgeous face
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| Feelin' like I’m in a morgue and, ayy
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| Savin' my money like mortgage, ayy
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| No spending on an abortion, ayy
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| I’m close to finish, I floor it, ayy
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| Fakin' smiles, I adore it, ayy
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| Fuck all that cuddlin' obviously
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| Couple a gropes then I’m off to the seas
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| Nothin' to say, you a toy that I squeeze
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| Only a bitch that I use when I’m free
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| If there’s a problem you talk to my dick
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| Kiss it hello while you gouging the piss
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| Wastin' my time, I’ma double my chips
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| Try to come at me, my knee is a fist |