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My Shit
by Quisi Laflare
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I know some bitches who ain't wanna fuck back then
But now I'm up, what's the difference?
I know I'm gifted
But it ain't Christmas
Well she ain't listen
And this bitch is broke as fuck
Can't pay attention
Let's go
Pape FC
I took the money
And nicknamed it chicken
Hit the skatepark
But this bitch confused me
I ain't trickin
In the kitchen with my crocs
Fuck that shit
I aint slippin
Want the pussy she could leave
And I bet I won't miss it
If my dick touch her teeth
Then her lips I won't kiss em
If my bro fucked up
Guaranteed that I'll go get 'em
We ain't have to run the team
We like Steve Kerr and Pippen
All these bitches on us
And we didn't have to pimp them
Whew whew whew
whew whew whew
I'm tired
This bitch fuck me good
She need a job
And she's hired
And you got on Fear Of God
I got on My Shit
And I'm flyer
Runnin laps around these niggas
Got me fucking tired
I know some bitches who ain't wanna fuck back then
But now I'm up, what's the difference?
I know I'm gifted
But it ain't Christmas
Well she ain't listen
And this bitch is broke as fuck
Can't pay attention
Let's go
Pape FC
I took the money
And nicknamed it chicken
Hit the skatepark
But this bitch confused me
I ain't trickin
In the kitchen with my crocs
Fuck that shit
I aint slippin
Want the pussy she could leave
And I bet I won't miss it
I know some bitches who ain't wanna fuck back then
But now I'm up, what's the difference?
I know I'm gifted
But it ain't Christmas
Well she ain't listen
And this bitch is broke as fuck
Can't pay attention
Let's go
Pape FC
I took the money
And nicknamed it chicken
Hit the skatepark
But this bitch confused me
I ain't trickin
In the kitchen with my crocs
Fuck that shit
I aint slippin
Want the pussy she could leave
And I bet I won't miss it
If my dick touch her teeth
Then her lips I won't kiss em
If my bro fucked up
Guaranteed that I'll go get 'em
We ain't have to run the team
We like Steve Kerr and Pippen
All these bitches on us
And we didn't have to pimp them
Whew whew whew
whew whew whew
I'm tired
This bitch fuck me good
She need a job
And she's hired
And you got on Fear Of God
I got on My Shit
And I'm flyer
Runnin laps around these niggas
Got me fucking tired
I know some bitches who ain't wanna fuck back then
But now I'm up, what's the difference?
I know I'm gifted
But it ain't Christmas
Well she ain't listen
And this bitch is broke as fuck
Can't pay attention
Let's go
Pape FC
I took the money
And nicknamed it chicken
Hit the skatepark
But this bitch confused me
I ain't trickin
In the kitchen with my crocs
Fuck that shit
I aint slippin
Want the pussy she could leave
And I bet I won't miss it
