confirmed anger Lyrics

Bitch

Bitches wanna be so me so bad

And every time I come they big mad

God damn fag just like my dad

He'll get dick I leave he's so sad

He wanna suck it Oh shit My bad

Making love stories just like watt pad

Suckin top of the top that's first class

Every time he sees me he blush

Poker hand full house no flush

Driver him round passenger seat

We can drive slow no rush

Only when he want on this meat

Kill flows on my own sick beat

Makin him mine Is my past time

Hatin on me wastin your damn time

Lipping loppin in the club a rush

Meetin up for a hookup that's lust

No love for you boy that's trust

Fat ass hushed mouth a must

Sayin he's goin miss a munch

Stopping calling me fag that's sus

Baby I'm callin your bluff

Tellin me flow suck okay

When he wanna ride we not gay

Boy fuck you and yo toupee

I'm pass that blunt wizzay

Dab Keef and resin filet

Eating that shit up the buffet

When he senda snap it's riskay

Slide the addy and I'm only damn way

When he wanna shoot up he run

Only thing is I don't wanna shoot guns

Pistol whippin his mama and son

Then I'm run to the sun… set

Body collect, fuckin up life cuz I'm stacking up credit card debt,

Fuck the collect, college degree is pathetic but now I don't get no respect