Tragic B - Forecast

Yeah word
Yeah word
Yeah I'm high as fuck

In 2005 we was gettin' weird, now we just good at it
Watch me fuck around and drop the beat just like a bad habit
Bitch roll up on me and ride my dick just like a jackrabbit
Now she walkin' with a limp, oops I did that ass damage
Bitch this ain't no waterslide, I want that head first
Hard as fuck in the biscuit, I ain't no Fred Durst
Catch me rappin' on said track, droppin' said verse
All these haters dumb as fuck, they make my head hurt

I be makin' that bread work
Digits all up on my net worth
Bitches all up in my network
Bitch I make that pussy wet, word
All up in that booty sweat, word
Flex these nuts, they ready hard as boulders
Bitch look like Dana Scully and she call me up like Mulder
Bitch I'm wet as fuck and I don't need no fuckin' water
Spit another lesson for my sons and all my daughters
Hoe be comin' at me just like lamb straight to the slaughter
Yeah
Haters be tryna test, word
Yeah

I saw the forecast, these streets only gettin' colder
Bitch I'm clean as fuck, I got that dirt off of my shoulder
I ain't gottaShe be fuckin' freaky, she a bona-fide thotter

Growin' that shit from the ground up
Sprayin' them haters with roundup
I can't see shit, I'm too turnt up
Fuckin' up my fuckin' words, uh
I can't see shit, I'm too out of it
Kicked out the club, we too loud for it
All of them bitches, they shout for it
I'm out here gettin' my clout for it
Sparkling fresh with the lemony zest
Catch me out here breakin' my neck, I'm just doin' my best
Bank teller smilin' at me while I'm cashing these checks, yeah
Grade my papers bitch, I be passin' these tests

Rappin' on the mic and I be killin' the sesh
Fuck around with me and I'm a tell you what's next
I'm a dirty dog, I'm always down for the sex (That's right)
Checking out the booty 'cause I like how she sweat, yeah

(That's right, I'm ill)
(All the bitches know, that's why they wanna chill)
(That's right, I'm ill)
(All the bitches know, that's why they wanna chill)
(That's right, I'm ill)
(All the bitches know, that's why they wanna chill)
(That's right, I'm ill)
(All the bitches know, that's why they wanna chill)

Written by:
Travis Bazanele

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