(intro)

I can't find the fucking pocket, nigga! what the fuck!

(verse)

Uphill battle against patriarchy with a plastic knife
That'll probably be the synopsis of my fucking life
Doing all that pick me shit to be somebody's fucking wife?
TUH! i'd rather lay where fucking lightening strike
Who hurt you? bitch, ima walking open wound
So shut the fuck up before you meet your maker soon
I'll break what ya mama gave ya, ya ma' can't save ya
Told ya baby daddy i was basic but he ate it
Then he tip me with your child support like i was a waitress
I don't mean to be rude but goddamn that dick was faceless
But that face was spacious so i copped a squat
And rode it slow just like miss daisy, tryna shake em like McGrady

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