Get Lost

I fell off a Porsche

Took a lil' tumble now I'm ridin' a horse

And now I'm back to boss

Had to tell them negative muthafuckas to get lost

Cause I'm just that sick

And if you wanna hate, get up off of my dick

Cause I'm a ride or die

Hopefully you never see my other side

But if you really want it, I could take you there

If you 'bout the truth why you take a dare?

I'm about to kick you in your derriere

Or maybe I could even teach you how to share?

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Jiu jitsu on the beat Ronda Roussey arm bars

Don't see Alice but believe it I'm hard

I got more spiders than the one's in your backyard

All cash, no black card

It's that bad little bitch, J Sutta, J Sutta

I'm all over your bread like butta, butta

And to all the people that had doubted me

Middle finger to your mutha, puta

More phantoms than an opera, diamonds than a chakra

Fly me to the moon and I be Frankie Sinatra

Sweeter than a cinnamon, attention, I be Ritalin

Boss bitch, believe it, I be killing 'em

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