RichardVs462 - Ummm.. Check Pls?

Held down by my new bitch
Spanish Girl but She can't speak it fluent
I'm not easily influenced
I'm in my bag like I'm the new Grinch
These bitches lame
Get up out my face
I ain't ever met her how the fuck She know My name?
I ain't taking your bait
All these fuck boys fake
I ain't going to call anybody nowadays it really ain't much to say
For goodness sake
Just give it up
She'll drop it down and She'll pick it up
I pour some Misery all up in my cup
And that bitch hit me got Dick right up in her gut
Like what the fuck
Gonna get Rich either way
Hitting Daytona speeds tell that dumb ass bitch I'm about a mile away
Told her free Her mind by the end of the night She's going to want some minor space
I can't make my mind up so I rock the same damn fit every single day
Fuck what they talking they all scum to me I'm Sid to them
I'm hitting bull's-eyes I ain't looking to make no amends
Keep that racket down I'm trying to keep these pigs up in they pen
Rage like Ben Solo I go dummy like I'm Kylo Ren
And that bitch love me She's going to swallow like a vitamin
Formula 50
These hoes washy wishy
But that post nut clarity will always keep me iffy
Yeah these hoes icky
aye

Written by:
Richard Donoso

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