Ulysses S Grant lyrics

[Intro: Chief Keef & Dave Blunts]
Foenem Radio, b*tch
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah

[Verse: Dave Blunts]
Made a million dollars, give a f*ck ‘bout what they say about me
Dumb b*tch eat my di*k so much, I think she might just be a zombie
Your b*tch ate my di*k just like The Walking Dead
And I don't text her back, your hoe get left on read
All these b*tches in my phone, tryna’ catch a fight
I keep cheating on my b*tch, I made her pay the price
And my main b*tch just moved in, and my side b*tch keep sucking it
And I keep sipping on codeine, and I keep sipping on ‘tris
I keep arguing with my b*tch, I keep arguing with my dishwasher
Gay son or thot daughter?, I would rathеr have a thot daughter
f*ck the labеl n*gga, f*ck Conor
Everybody wanna test me
n*ggas di*k-ride Jeffrey, n*ggas di*k-ride Young Thug
n*ggas ain't tryna shuffle up, n*ggas ain't tryna break bread
Two b*tches [?] my b*tch
One of ‘em tryna give it
One of ‘em tryna ride me
Pray the b*tch don’t [?] me
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