Death Proof (feat. loathedan & tweakedfm)

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JAMESIN

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I think I can do anything that I want to
Don't hit up my phone, stupid bitch I do not want you
I've been on my own, you're not me why would I trust you
Bitches talkin shit until I hit em with that 1-2

You'd have thought i would've had a license how I swerve a bitch
Told me she don't wanna speak again, don't be nervous bitch
Stand behind my bitch, you can't see me man she's really thick
I make her enjoy it even though I finish really quick

You are a bitch, I don't like you
Tall bitch, platforms, f*ck you tryna do
I get your girl to tie my shoes
All vintage shit, wear it like a suit

135 but I feel a bit lighter
10/10 but I feel a bit higher
I do what I want and whenever I want, yeah I'm rocking with God but don't preach to the choir

Talkin shit, hit em with, the Roundhouse
I wear your best fit around my house
Drip like my vocals, I drown em out
They let me cook now I'm chowing down

Bitch I'm so fly but I talk like a heavyweight
Bitch you're the pound, over here catching strays
You're tryna copy but shit is embarrassing
Basically you don't compare to me anyway

Ride around town with my mask on
She was too friendly, I passed on
You got that stupid ass fit on
S on my hat, we all live on

Bitch I'm your father like trigon
Feel like I'm Rick with the python
You're talking shit and I'll leave you in silence, that is a hill I would die on

I'm always a killer like I'm Matthew lillard
I'm tweaked with fm and we're off of this Miller
LSD tabs make me not even feel her
I'm scaring these hoes, I feel like it's thriller

Richthofen, I'm going insane
We fucking, break her back like I'm bane
Kicked her out, left the house with a cane
Still around, bitch I always remain

Hide in the walls, i feel like a ghost
Running the party, I feel like a host
Sick of these niggas, they're doing the most
Spreading this butter, just making some toast

Killing these hoes, in the whip like it's death proof
Riding around, bump this shit to the venue
Hit you with this left like I'm Alex Pereira,  not getting back up, bitch I'll leave you slept too

Killing em all, I live in your walls
Pandabuy haul, I don't shop at the mall
I fucked your bitch in a Mabel sweater, dropping like gravity, watching em fall

Pearls on my neck like I'm Mia Goth
I'm so nocturnal, could be a moth
I got them $9 jeans from Ross
They let me cook, ima feed them all

Bitch I am Bubba
Chop Top, how you get fucked up
Talking that shit, you get bum rushed
I'm a slasher, make the blood gush

Murder the beat like a vegan
Killing these bitches no reason, feel like I'm Negan
Sweater on me, it's that season
They call me tweaked, I ain't tweaking
I leave em bleeding, bitch

Say he want beef, bitch I'm the butcher
I make em sweat, pressure, I cook em

He said he wanna slide
I think he wanna die
I f*ck his bitch, I toss her aside, now shes walking side to side

And you'll never see me defeated, im bright and I'm gleaming, I'm burning your eyes
You thought you got water til you see me swimming, I call that shit turning the tides
And bitch I ain't doing all that, I don't jump through these hoops I leap over and glide
You tell me that somebody said your shits gas, I'm like nah because who the f*ck lied

Clear that it's it, I strike fear on a bitch
And they stay doing tricks on my dick, they don't quit
And I'm doing the most but I ain't doing shit
And Im sucking on toes, I get weird on a bitch

And I'm killing the mike like I'm Laurie
Got all the glory
F*ck round with me it get gory
You can just sit, you're not gonna do shit, cause I'm taking your bitch, yeah I'm fucking your shorty

I feel so fucking good right now bro, let's fucking go bro
I'm cold, I'm chilly, I need a sweater, maybe Gucci
Fucking bitch

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