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bitchless
Socks are crusty, laptop off the hinges
Cause I'm bitchless
Instagram is only solo pictures
Cuz I'm bitchless
Not a single hoe, God can be my

brought a Bentley, you brought a Benzes
You walk in the club, I kick the door off the hinges
Look, hit the stage, your bitch know the words
Doj wrote

Do butt stuff with, true love stuff with
I might just be looking for you

Let me say I've tried so many ways but I don't get
Any dates, it's fine

Reese's Puffs what's sweeter than that

That big old butt wanna blow out her back
Straight shooter no tricks I ain't pulling a hat
If you want 3

was kinda lame
I was Rimbaud and he was Paul Verlaine
In my, my, my imagination
So many cringes and heroin binges
I was comin' off the hinges

Blow My Load

Wanya Morris

Cherry Bomb

2015

Grab my camera
Nine months later with a Tyler baby
But that won't happen til I blow my load

Your pussy tighter than door hinges
I munch you like

Good Times

Your Old Droog

Your Old Droog

2014

Met her on the D Manhattan-bound, butt was fat and round
Her thick thighs were the perfect size, damn
So let me upgrade to tropical fantasy ass

to the bed to the table
I seen your butt and it's stunning like tasers
I value you baby girl, yea appraise you
Throw that on me, it gon' move in my favor

the brakes return up in the place
Maybe blast in her face cuz I'm not thinking straight
Today I'm whacked straight up off the hinges like a latch
I'll attack

It made me can I explain see
Lately I've been breaking
A man off the hinge who lost his kin
All alone now he's falling in
Once you stare at abyss

Take some linguini
Pie to go, Bo, Stan
Lynch, looking like
The grinch, he lost
His hinge, now
He's on the binge

Yeah we put in the
Work to bring
Some

the tension
Said I Back door'd when I hit it, like I'm givin two for flinchin
I'm a knock it off the hinges, lil dot end the sentence
Y'all rap I hear crickets,

kisses, pull you
On your hinges, school you
Politicking over
Time to turn you over
Love to see you smile
Today I want it sober
Put your nails on file
I put

like asses getting butt raped
And that might just be your bitch but to me she a mutt man
And I'm a purebred Westminster winner
Pumping like bass getting

always stay vigilante 
The room will no longer be living 
When I flip the hinges ripping hitting everyone that was in it
I might let you live only under

the hinges

[5th Ward Weebie]
Now break me off shorty!
Don't forget about Lil' Weebie
Take it off shorty!
Where they pop shake, fuck
I'll pop it baby, once

hinges real high
Phone ringing tell them other hoes bye
Smoke in my lungs I believe I can fly
Locked in; baby ride or die
It's my bday we pulling out