Memoirs - svrite

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I used to sell weed in the eight grade

To the barber shop, I got me a fade

Gucci on my belt, I’m pulling all the hoes

In my motherfucking crib I’m playing dominoes

Yeah, on the fucking couch

I’m a fucking player, put it in her mouth

Oh, yeah, on the fucking couch

I’m a fucking player, put it in her mouth

She was tripping on me, she was bugging

I was telling her that she ain’t telling me nothing

Kick her out the house, now she acting like a bitch, aye

Told her shut the fuck up she could suck my fucking dick

Shawty was a slut, she was fucking on the block, aye

Only want the top, got her mouth up on my cock, aye

She was telling me I looked like fucking Justin Bieber

She chewing on my wood just like a motherfucking beaver

Got a pea coat on, I like like Future

I got Gucci on this fucking new shirt

I got socks all the way to my kneecaps

I’m the shit and I think that she peep that

Got a jean jacket on, I look like Bobby Raps

She be telling me that she been seeing me on the Snap

And she added me but I don’t think I added her

'Cause that bitch think that her mom is fucking mad at her

She think her mom is mad at her, she looking sad

I went to the mall and then I blew a bag

She was stripping for me and I grabbed her ass

When she talk to me, that lil' bitch call me dad

She be telling me I like like boobie-boo

That’s that little bitch watching Scooby Doo

She inside my room, she eating fruit snacks

Shawty took my whip, I want my coupe back

I don’t got my license, I can’t drive it yet

But that shit is fire, that shit fire, yeah, yeah

I just got a whip, I got a i8

Riding in that bih, right through the highway

She be telling me I look like Chris Brown

Got her on the couch, she getting dicked down

I be eating motherfucking Scooby Snacks

Told that little bitch I want my boobie back

I be sipping on milk out my fucking styrofoam

Vaseline on her back just to get her moist

She be telling me she listening to Prince Royce

That nigga hard but I’m harder

Bitch I look like Peter Parker

They be telling me I’m smarter

The number Einstein’s daughter