Rigor Mortis lyrics

[Intro]
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(I'm so proud of you)

[Verse 1]
Been too many b*tches, I don't know which one to trust
Oxy-ten on table, I still take them if they're cut, like
Said I'd do it one time, spent four f*cking months high
Been feeling unstable, every voice sounds like a gunshot
Gun sounds out here when the sun's out
I met her in New York, she asked me "when can we run south?"
Mix matched, my fit and my b*tch bad
I f*cked on his b*tch just off my name and not a six pack
I'm not rocking rick no more, it's overdone and stupid
Give her wood like sycamore, she asked me "can wе shoot it?"
I'm not even into porn but we can makе a movie
And lock her legs on rigor mortis, I just keep it moving
No Uzi, this b*tch so bad and bougie
Tell me what she into and she leaving here with bruises
If you or me we both know who she choosing
I done this a hundred times, I'm not too big on losing

[Verse 2]
Been too many b*tches I don't know which one to chase
S-903 chewing, can't hardly stomach the taste, like
She insert her face right down below my waistline
We have heart to heart just for me to ignore her FaceTime
Grey sky, in touch with her gay side
Came through with her best friend to do way more that just say "Hi"
Witchcraft funded by a rich dad
It's more of an excuse just so she can paint her lips black
I rock 'Number (N)ine' with Prada, Gosha and Givenchy
Rich as f*ck, I hit her up like, you ever seen Ten G's?
If it's up, its getting stuck, my side b*tch getting stingy
And when she said she love me I just started f*cking cringing
I'm empty, don't try to f*cking fix me
I tried to connect those wires, there's something that's missing
Big on having sex with liars, I won't let her kiss me
I made sure her dress designer, she not goin' thrifting
[Outro]
(I'm so proud of you)