T.R.1.N.E - New Lyfe Who Di$?

Uh
Uh
Yah yah yah yah
All this money that I throw
I'm just tryin' to fill a hole
Welcome to the Angel show
I hope you see my brains explode
I want precious gems and purses
Rich men who are low as Lurch is
My body is a temple
So get on your knees and worship
As of late
Been feeling like I'm gonna suffocate
I self medicate when I should probably meditate
Believe the spite of it
Believe the hype of it
But believe when they see my face they hide from the sight of it
They leave me with my arms in the air like where the fight went
Bitches running from me like I'm an indictment
Where the fight went
Bitches runnin' from me like I'm an indictment
Don't come at me like you're a soldier
Talkin' out the side of your neck
Like I'm supposed to give a fuck what they told you
The fuck I look like fightin' with you about the price of peaches in Georgia
You think I'm cold now
You'll be sorry to know I got more to show you
You're acting mighty fucking bold sir chose ta
Act like a bitch so I had to unroll ya
He said I miss you baby
Yeah I know you do
Every single one that came before you miss me too
So demanding of my time but really who the fuck is you
I don't give a fuck what you do all I know is this much is true
I found a genie in a bottle
And he told me that he could grant me three wishes
I told him all I wish is you bitches would
One day I found a genie and I wished that a bitch would
If he says that he's a killer show him you're a killer too
Tell him his dick don't murder pussy ask him what his mouth do
You a funny little boy dick as long as your bread
Shut your broke ass up
And give a rich bitch some head
You don't beat the pussy up
Yeah I beat the dick down
Put this pussy in his face and I watch him go to town
This ass is like a ball
Firm and round
So I bounce it off his dick while his bitch ain't around
Bounce it off his dick while his bitch ain't around
Ha

Written by:
Angelica Appleman, Becky Pulsifer, Laura King

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