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his hoodie


minding my business 

here come this big bitch

my eyes muct be decieveing me 

cause what i see i cant believe 

she wearing his shit

imma drag that big bitch

that hoodie is mine 

this hoe picked the wrong time

i done had a bad day

imma have to see  ms gray 

her damaged ass head 

imma put that hoe to bed

yea i said it she gonna be SLEEP

IMMA HAVE THIS HOE COUNTING SHEEP

this must be my time for jail 

cause this school finna turn into hell

if she smile at me one more time 

imma show that bitch hes mine

he dont even care

thats why he look like a square 

she been flexing all day 

but dont got nothing to say

alll she do is sneak diss

she gonna swing and miss

and imma have her body leaking 

my hands gonna be swinging 

my hands not gonna drop

until i know her heart stopped 

yea i said that 6 feet 

is exactly where that bitch gonna be

imma put her in the dirt 

gonna have her parents hurt

and imma be proud of my crime 

cause i told that bitch he was mine.

 

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