BIKE SEAT
The Fuccbois
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Going hard like Ferny on the bike seat Leave you bleeding like Maya when she's in heat Manage your bitch like Ctrl+Alt+Del That's a task, I'ma knock you off your feet Wipe my ass with a couple fucking Benji's Call a hitman on an opp, just like Kenny Gonna keep flipping like Tarek, 'til I got a Benz, G Your bitch giving Yung some dome, like Jenny Hoes on my dick, 'cuz I look like Santa Catch me at the club, drinking on some fucking Fanta Mixed with ecstasy, that shit makes me wanna dance, bruh Catch me at the spot, zooting like I'm Danny Phantom Money at the spot, money in the safe Not gon' f*ck around, and catch a fucking case Bullet in your ass, bullet in your face At the fucking crib, hundred bands in the case Your bitch on the ground, sucking dick for spare change I'm at the Loubi' store, I'm bout to get my pair changed Your boys wanna kill me, cuz' I got the whole thang Your girl wanna feel me, 'cuz the shit that I slang Pull up in a tank, I catch you, then I bang Tentatively asking for my chain, you was D.O.A. Remembering you, maybe D.O.S. You that's on sight On my life, on God, on Jah, Moonlight I'm too tight, your bitch know I'm smooth, right? Bustdown on my wrist looks like a brick of ice Medals on my neck too precious to get with If you run up on the Lotus, you got a death wish Yes kid, I'm from the Northwest Yo, we never heard of cess, but it rains, hope you got a vest Few shots, then it's back to the nest Dot on your chest, boy you best not test, Star Boi, get the f*ck out of here, 'cuz I cannot stand you You make me sick, I run to the bathroom And I'm doing what you really think, think I'm fucking puking in the fucking sink, sink This the first time, I should know better Than to let stupid bitches, yeah get up on my level No they ain't on my level, cuz they be just rebels And I'll fucking kill 'em all, eliminate my displeasure Fucking kill 'em all, eliminate my displeasure Fucking kill 'em all, eliminate my displeasure Fucking kill 'em all, eliminate my displeasure I can hear you talking 'bout me, hear my ear ring All the "Blah, blah, blah" all the "Ring, ring, ring" So fucking tired of it, shut the f*ck up Maybe one day, you'll fucking grow up Why you mad? Why you mad? Why you mad? Why you mad? Sit on your bike seat, bitch, why you mad? Why you mad? Why you mad? Why you mad? Turt got your tongue, bitch? Seen you 'round town with your groupies I wouldn't fucking touch 'em, even if they knew me I can sign something for you, though Haha Just not for free, ho Who you think I am, bitch? I am not cheap I am Lil' Turt with The Fuccbois, B I am Lil' Turt with The Fuccbois, B I am Lil' Turt with The Fuccbois, B, aye
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Written by: Fernando Gonzalez, Jake Perry, William Hunter
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