Succubi lyrics

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[Verse 1]
Since Fantasea quenching your thirst
They want the mermaid b*tch to water they verse
These b*tches is bad, but AB is worse
These b*tches is sad, but lately it works
I'm crazy with math, add me a purse
Plus you a hearse, minus that church
You dead on the first, divide from the j*rks
Supply 'em with work
Fishscale, seaweed get ‘em higher than church
Taste me, saliva to squirt, hot lava
Erupt and a burst
Ain’t no b*tch been better been birthed
The Luxury Witch, Galliano the skirt
From today I reign, tomorrow is hers
Pardon my curve, these basic n*ggas rattle my nerve
Why battle a bird? a Harlem girl flip ‘em
Bag 'em and sell
These n*ggas snitches, tattle and tell
Watch where you dwell, these n*ggas b*tches
Hair braided with gel, the pus*y I smell
Why these n*ggas push me? I get spooky as hell
You local f*cker, I’m kooky with spells
These n*ggas suckas, be groupies as hell
Comment my hair, comment my nails
This n*gga’s a girl, you want diamonds and pearls?
Designer clothes, attention and stares?
You’re a man though, why would you care? (Boy)
You’re not a fan though, cool off my air
My man ho, come jones on this dildo, while I pull on your hair
Yea, look at this queer
His booty prepared, your uzi is where?
Liar liar, never f*ckin fire fire
Here’s a reminder, Hymen
Tru Life, stole all your chains? (Yes)
Max B, wrote all your flames? (Yes)
Montana, rode on your wave? (Bet)
Killa, called you a lame
It takes a Harlem b*tch to execute a Harlem b*tch
You pop sh*t, I pop sh*t, no problem b*tch