No Pt - Celine

Ears on froze my wrist is cold my neck ain't even dry yet
Clutching poles we taking souls like boy don't even try that
Crib hot as hell got Mac no dells no question ima fire that
She say she miss me when I'm gone how I ain't even die yet
Shawty feel asleep with her head right where my cock is
We gone pop out undetected unexpected like a pop quiz
Ok lock in bro gone clean the block he hop out get to mopping
Ain't no stopping I can't feel my legs but this hoe won't stop topping
Catch him pop him slam his ass with this four Nick like Obi Toppin
Ima goblin death or suicide was that boy only option
Demon shopping hellcat black like Batman why would I be robbing
Nigga stop it I ain't shit if that bitch tell it let's be honest I'm the best
Told her ass just to stay dressed I don't want nun under ya neck
Them shooters taking skullys we don't give two fucks about yo vest
Eli rich could build a bitch just need a face I'll buy the rest
High as fuck can't feel a thing
I put vvs in my ring
Dog her out know this bitch coming back she came on my Celine
Blow a hundred yesterday I know that imma bounce back
Nigga Pooh ain't got one pocket full we know that's all cap
Pockets fat like Keenan know these bitches see I'm all that
This hoe gave me brain don't know her name she threw my balls back
She ain't fucking me hoe best believe she won't get no call back
Say he ain't my son but on my wave hoe what you call that
Told her if she ain't cop she bet not even think bout cuffing
And I promise we ain't talking we ain't dating we just fucking
Chop the top right off the Porsche don't need a key I press a button
Do her dirt but she won't leave I know deep down the hoe still love me
I'm just saying I be blowing my eyes lower than Asians
I ain't racist I just gave this hoe the boot feel like a Cajun
I ain't playing money change the weather I just left it raining
Toxic nigga I been her head so much she said it's draining

Written by:
Elijah Collins

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