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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