Deep October - rigor mortis
Been too many bitches I don't know which one to trustOxy-ten on table I still take them if they're cut like
Said I'd do it one time spent four fucking months high
Been feeling unstable every voice sounds like a gunshot
Gun sounds out here when the sun's out
I met her in New York she asked me when can we run south
Mix matched my fit and my bitch bad
I fucked on his bitch just off my name and not a six pack
I'm not rocking rick no more it's overdone and stupid
Give her wood like sycamore she asked me can we shoot it
I'm not even into porn but we can make a movie
And lock her legs on rigor mortis I just keep it moving
No Uzi this bitch so bad and boujee
Tell me what she into and she leaving here with bruises
If you or me we both know who she choosing
I done this a hundred times I'm not too big on losing
Been too many bitches I don't know which one to chase
S903 chewing can't hardly stomach the taste like
She insert her face right down below my waistline
We have heart to heart just for me to ignore her FaceTime
Grey sky in touch with her gay side
Came through with her best friend to do way more that just say hi
Witchcraft funded by a rich dad
It's more of an excuse just so she can paint her lips black
I rock Number (N)ine with Prada, Gosha and Givenchy
Rich as fuck I hit her up like you ever seen Ten G's
If it's up its getting stuck my side bitch getting stingy
And when she said she love me I just started fucking cringing
I'm empty don't try to fucking fix me
I tried to connect those wires there's something that's missing
Big on having sex with liarsnI won't let her kiss me
I made sure her dress designer she not goin' thrifting
Written by:
Zachery Smith
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