Garlic Potatoes
Potatoes are kinda mushy
Just like my insides in comparison to my outside
Mushy to these niggas call me Incredibly Unfuckable
Cause I'm incredibly Unfuckable to these senseless creatures who don't view me as a queen and fucks with me for what's in between
Unfuckable to whom overlooks my loyalty as clingy and I leave them hanging like a clothes line
Ain't no nigga on my line
Just fam and friends on my constant contact
While I'm far out of contact with these niggas
Fuck a contract, I don't wanna go back
To that queen being stung by bees
All in her feelings and wanting to be more promiscuous to attract peasants
I wanna be better than pleasant
Propel from greatness and be fucking incredible
My taste for these niggas and irrelevant shit inedible
Just sample my first name and interpret my last
If you ain't fucking with me you can kiss my ass
Incredibly Unfuckable
Come around you might seek trouble in my planet
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