dollbreaker - qashqai freestyle

Said he wanna smoke up, i put him in my blunt
And you bitch is giving up because she can't handle what's all up in her cunt
Fucked up in the back of the Qashqai
That pussy be doubting I'm assuring him i am that guy
You can tell they never test me cause the way that i walk
Bullets in your mouth to muzzle shit that you talk
Huh, know that it's down your bitches block that i stalk
Know I'm never having kids i got that rubber on my cock
And yo man he be cheating i know that he a fuckin thot
But he my homie forever, yea James my brother till i drop
And i don't need no fucking joint smoke, imma roll a spliff
When i pull up on her birthday she know my dick is a gift
And the fit is a little smelly cause everything is thrift
Find me in yo bed with yo wife and you be lookin pissed
Gaining muscle like Johnny Cage i might hit you with a kick
Like I'm Chris fuckin Jericho you gon end up on the list
Pockets are obese, like American children
Doll breaker the best little bitch that's a given
Pockets overweight, you could call those bitches lizzo
Got a global hoe and she hit me up on a flip phone
Heard you on the block i clean it up like imma brillo
Creeping in your bedroom stuff your head into a pillow
Pockets overweight, you could call those bitches lizzo
Got a global hoe and she hit me up on a flip phone
Heard you on the block i clean it up like imma brillo
Creeping in your bedroom stuff your head into a pillow

Written by:
mona earle-lambert

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