Bidder

J. J.

I don't even have a thinker , bidder be on

You're whore copying My Style 

There's load of bidd, I've been on

You can pull the trigger and that rachet ass trip-song 

Bird you bidd,  look I'm wavy 

The way you bidd is losing is like I'm losing three pounds

At the restaurant I've had some lobsters and some tired song

"Gerome" a little noodles?

Pitch, I told you - You're a pidd on

Tall pitch , think I'm scared of tall ?

Not at all pitch

You just stare straight at My Bank,  I love all this

No I'm not hating on your girl , but she was watching

Diamond and a chain, in My drop

But she was watching

Do my ring , I like August

Woke up in a bank? That's my word I like all this

You don't want nothing that I have - I have all this

Where I'm from ? We have cold guns and we're heartless 

Real ass. 

Never take wisdom for asses

Pull the trigger now, trying to sound like our "R"

I just killed your bitch

And everything's mine

 

 

  • Author: J. J. (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 1st, 2020 12:24
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 12
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