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Miss Blaze

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Insecure weirdo
You're a very strange person, and you will never change
Your broke ass really think you have another chance with me
Huh
Not even with all that
Not even with all the money in the fucking world
Enjoy hell, loser
Cook up, Mason
Miss Blaze
Let me talk to em'
Uh, yeah
Real nice, real nasty
Like this
Bitch, I'm 20, and they just gave me my license
I can't even drive yet
You talking first cars, I want the keys to a Vette'
The seats the color of bread
Got it straight off the lot, ready to beat up the blocks
Like really just beat up the block
He tryna' f*ck
I call it Tom Ford
You know that I keep it on lock
He telling secrets
He tryna meet me tomorrow
I tell him to eat it, can't beat it
He got the gas
He telling me to just roll it
If I roll, I puff and won't pass
I'm sipping on silver
My bitches, they drinking on white, tryna' get lit for the night
Baccarat for the smell, blinging patek on the wrist
It might just be me on the dick
He tryna' know bout' my backend
He wanna' beat from the backend
Do you give hood head
You be fucking in the beds
Nigga, spit out the question you asking
Is you asking to f*ck on a boss bitch
Finding Nemo ass hoe, she a lost bitch
Got my ex telling me that I'm pressure
Waffle House, pussy All-star special!
He heard I'm real nice, real nasty
My hair to ass cheeks
Showing a nigga I'm gone
How you fumble the bag, bitch
I'm shaking my ass
My foot on gas
200 the dash, I passed it
Her pussy not better than mine
I'm only getting drinks if he buying
He calling my phone, I'm swiping his card
But only one getting declined
I told I'm 20, and they just gave me my license
I can't even drive yet
I'm drinking on white
I done got lit for the night
It ain't even five yet
If a bitch say it's up, I hope she done made up her mind
Cause' it's nice day for the crime
I'm only 20, and I got bitches so mad
That's period, I'm handing out pads
They taking notes
My bitches, they driving the boat
Strong liquor be hitting they throat
They say I'm a goat not billy but really a goat
They love how I'm stopping a show
I had to remember, that I'm still the coldest in the winter
My birthday like right in September
I guess I'm a virgo
You know that I'm bringing the heat
I love how he cooked up the beat
Like wow, this is the thing about these new age boys
Like boys are not giving it to us like how they should give it to us
At this point, we have to be our own boy
They don't be having money and be lame
The looks but no game
We're on our own I fear
Yeah
He heard I'm real nice, real nasty
My hair to ass cheeks
Showing a nigga I'm gone
How you fumble the bag, bitch
I'm shaking my ass
My foot on gas
200 the dash, I passed it
They want the realest, they get me
Tryna' f*ck for a feature that ain't the fee
I got the looks, and he tryna' f*ck I told he better not ask me
Bitch, I'm 20, and they just gave me my license
I can't even drive yet
You talking first cars, I want the keys to a Vette'
The seats the color of bread
Got it straight off the lot, ready to beat up the blocks
Like really just beat up the block
He tryna' f*ck
I call it Tom Ford
You know that I keep it on lock
He telling secrets
He tryna meet me tomorrow
I tell him to eat it, can't beat it
He got the gas
He telling me to just roll it
If I roll, I puff and won't pass
I'm sipping on silver
My bitches, they drinking on white, tryna' get lit for the night
Baccarat for the smell, blinging patek on the wrist
It might just be me on the dick
It might just be me on the dick

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