Verity - My Other Side Is Speaking

I can’t feel my face and I’m pulling the trigger
Aiming at the figure
Tell me which boy sicker
Drinking all the liquor
Bounce around like Tigger
Most my boys dope dealers
Call us jack the ripper‘s
cause we all the serial killers
Tryna get the bag and we out
Talkin shit boy boutta get a hand to your mouth
Fuck with my clique or have a fucking taste of our rounds
Your girl cream every time she hear my voice or my sounds
Gonna be another pretty boy on the scene
With my team, uh
Kiss the ring, uh
Get the green, uh
All y’all fiends, uh
Jealous things, uh
Make y’all sing
Better run pulling out the beam

Written by:
Sisqo Salazar

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