Coz I am, feel my b*tches (Rock Ruckus)
All show blood, feel my b*tches (Rock or died)
Let me b*tches, c'mon, feel my b*tches (let go and down go)
I DON'T KNOW IS SAYING!!
Because to me, feel my b*tches
(sayin b*tches!)
And call, beat beat son
Worma' keep womb, Timmy son
Do, haha, raaaaaaaaah!!
You to crew getting, winking another leaving in the stress
My moon neaking, thugging to poem (my b*tches!)
And 'N' like a holes, said braaaah (my b*tches!)
And 'N' like a holes, said crew, (my b*tches!)
And 'N' like a holes, said film (my b*tches!)
And motherf*cking sea, in tried (my b*tches!)
And 'N' like a holes, said cried (my b*tches!)
And phone gonna home, is (my b*tches!)
And 'N' like a holes like a film (my b*tches!)
And 'n*gga', help my film (my b*tches!)
n*gga look, a who the film (my b*tches!)
[?] (my b*tches!)
[?] cry (my b*tches!)
[?] (my b*tches!)
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