Fucking On Bitches! - kmrnxo

I'm the kind of person that you don't wanna to fuck with Fuck with, fuck with You don't wanna to fuck with I'm the kind of person that you don't have no luck with Luck with, luck with You don't have no luck with I'm the kind of person that you don't wanna to fuck with Fuck with, fuck with You don't wanna to fuck with Fucking bitches in the hood 'Cause I'm Robin Hood I fuck them in the hood Yeah I'm that good Got my songs on the radio Playin' every day Earning money while I sleep My songs so deep I got hopes I got money Got a million white horses Let me take you on a ride I'm the kind of person that you don't wanna to fuck with Fuck with, fuck with You don't wanna to fuck with I'm the kind of person that you don't have no luck with Luck with, luck with You don't have no luck with I'm the kind of person that you don't wanna to fuck with Fuck with, fuck with You don't wanna to fuck with Fucking bitches in the hood 'Cause I'm Robin Hood I fuck them in the hood Yeah I'm that good Got my songs on the radio Playin' every day Earning money while I sleep My songs so deep I got hopes I got money Got a million white horses Let me take you on a ride I'm the kind of person that you don't wanna to fuck with Fuck with, fuck with You don't wanna to fuck with I'm the kind of person that you don't have no luck with Luck with, luck with You don't have no luck with I'm the kind of person that you don't wanna to fuck with Fuck with, fuck with You don't wanna to fuck with Fucking bitches in the hood I fuck them in the hood I'm the kind of person that you don't wanna to fuck with Fuck with, fuck with You don't wanna to fuck with I'm the kind of person that you don't have no luck with Luck with, luck with You don't have no luck with I'm the kind of person that you don't wanna to fuck with Fuck with, fuck with You don't wanna to fuck with

Yeah, bitches on bitches Ooh, bitches on bitches, yeah, yeah, Lil Pump Ooh, bitches on bitches, ooh, ooh Ooh, J Gramm Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches) Give your ass a bean, now you're showing off titties (Ooh, yeah) Bitches on bitches (Huh?) Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt) Bitches on bitches (Ooh) Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah) Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches) I'm too rich, man, I don't wanna listen (Ooh, ooh, brrt) Bitches on bitches (Yeah, ooh) Bitches on bitches (Bitches on bitches, ooh) Bitches on bitches (Ooh) Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt) Bitches on bitches (Ooh) Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah, ooh, brrt) Bitches on bitches (Yeah) I'm too rich, man, I don't wanna listen (Ooh, ooh) My bitch thick with a bag (Thick) My bitch rich with a ass (Thick) Lame niggas don't get to grab (Lame ass) Fuck niggas don't get to smash (Fuck nigga) Weak hoes don't get a pass (At all) Installation and bundles, two racks (Two racks) Niggas stay in her DM's (DM's) Big ass, nice titties, waist snatched (Waist snatched) In the streets, on the net, I'm trending (I'm trending) Ride in the Ghost with all bitches (Skrrt) Niggas laying in your bushes, they blend in (Killers) Fuck a bitch from the back, make her thicker (Shut up, slut) She slurp me up, but I ain't lick her (At all) Threw her some count, had to tip her (I did) If you not gon' rain in them clubs (Them clubs) You don't deserve to see the strippers Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches) Give your ass a bean, now you're showin' off titties (Ooh, yeah) Bitches on bitches (Huh?) Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt) Bitches on bitches (Ooh) Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah) Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches) I'm too rich, man, I don't wanna listen (Ooh, ooh, brrt) Bitches on bitches (Yeah, ooh) Bitches on bitches (Bitches on bitches, ooh) Bitches on bitches (Ooh) Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt) Bitches on bitches (Ooh) Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah, ooh, brrt) Bitches on bitches (Yeah) I'm too rich, man, I don't wanna listen (Ooh, ooh) Thirties on thirties (Ooh) Wear a lot of Louis, lot of Fendi and Versace (Ooh) I don't stress hoes, left her waiting in the lobby (Nope) Show the AP when I see the paparazzi (AP, ooh) Left wrist, right wrist wet (Ooh) Got a new Patek and it cost more than your damn rent (Wow) Last week, I had a threesome on a jet (Damn) Got my auntie cooking up dope like a chef (Yeah, ooh) Whip it up, Lil Pump, fuck it up, count it up (Brrt) Pull up in a 'Rari, take a shit on your Acura (Ooh) Smash on your thottie, drop her off at Santa Monica (Huh?) And the fake followers you got, it ain't adding up (No) Hit a ho from the back, throw her off a ladder (Ladder) Bring a bitch back, she had to see a chiropractor (Ooh) I don't even care, bitch, I'm rich, it don't matter (No) You got a bad bitch, oh well, mine badder (Ooh, ooh) Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches) Give your ass a bean, now you're showin' off titties (Ooh, yeah) Bitches on bitches (Huh?) Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt) Bitches on bitches (Ooh) Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah) Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches) I'm too rich, man, I don't wanna listen (Ooh, ooh, brrt) Bitches on bitches (Yeah, ooh) Bitches on bitches (Bitches on bitches, ooh) Bitches on bitches (Ooh) Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt) Bitches on bitches (Ooh) Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah, ooh, brrt) Bitches on bitches (Yeah) I'm too rich, man, I don't wanna listen (Ooh, ooh)

One, two, three, four! Almost every day I see the same face On broken picture tube It fits the attitude If you could see yourself You put you on a shelf Your verbal masturbate Promise to nauseate Today I'll play the part of non-parent Not make a hundred rules for you to know about yourself Not lie and make you believe what's evil Is making love and making friends and meeting God your own way The right way To see To bleed Cannot be taught In turn, you're making us Fucking hostile! We stand alone The truth in right and wrong The boundaries of the law You seem to miss the point Arresting for a joint? You seem to wonder why Hundreds of people die You're writing tickets man My mom got jumped, they ran! Now I'll play a public servant To serve and protect by the law and the state I'd bust the punks that rape, steal and murder And leave you be if you crossed me, I'd shake your hand like a man Not a god To see To bleed Cannot be taught In turn, you're making us Fucking hostile! We stand alone Vince! Come meet your maker, boy Some things you can't enjoy Because of heaven, hell A fucking wives tale They put it in your head Then put you in your bed He's watching say your prayers 'Cause God is everywhere Now I'll play a man learning priesthood Who's about to take the ultimate test in life I'd question things because I am human And call no one my father who's not closer than a stranger I will not listen To see To bleed Cannot be taught In turn, you're making us Fucking! Fucking! Fucking! Fucking hostile!

Ok I thought we found a fine line but we're somewhere in-between I can show you some things that I promise you've never seen And girl you know that I love you I'll be there by any means But if shit turns to shit, do no fall for the other team Cause they the opps! They just busy playing doctor with the chops, I know alot But there's shit that they won't tell you No they won't, no they will not They never cared about you, and they never plan to ever stop So ima grind until the top, matter of time until I pop No, why you grinding up on me bitch You gotta stop with all this two faced shit Man, last week you wished i wasn't real Now how the fuck do you think that's gonna make me feel I'm gone I put you in my fucking song You say that it's not fair Bitch, fuck you, fuck your mom You made me lose my patience I'm like a ticking bomb Shouldn't make up shit Cuz you're fucking in a song Ok I thought we found a fine line but we're somewhere in-between I can show you some things that I promise you've never seen And girl you know that I love you I'll be there by any means But if shit turns to shit, do no fall for the other team Cause they the opps! They just busy playing doctor with the chops, I know alot But there's shit that they won't tell you No they won't, no they will not They never cared about you, and they never plan to ever stop So ima grind until the top, matter of time until I pop They never cared about you Oh no they never did Oxycodone is my medicine Don't wanna talk? Well send a letter then And I've been M.I.A., and I'm missing But I'm not a veteran Rocking vinyl on my letterman I try so hard to be the better man, oh I'd never switch lanes like you did That's how I can tell you're just a bitch Now I see you're a fucking shit girl I hate what you did to me and my whole world I thought we found a fine line but we're somewhere in-between I can show you some things that I promise you've never seen And girl you know that I love you I'll be there by any means But if shit turns to shit, do no fall for the other team I thought we found a fine line but we're somewhere in-between I can show you some things that I promise you've never seen And girl you know that I love you I'll be there by any means But if shit turns to shit, do no fall for the other team Ok I thought we found a fine line but we're somewhere in-between I can show you some things that I promise you've never seen And girl you know that I love you I'll be there by any means But if shit turns to shit, do no fall for the other team Cause they the opps! They just busy playing doctor with the chops, I know alot But there's shit that they won't tell you No they won't, no they will not They never cared about you, and they never plan to ever stop So ima grind until the top, matter of time until I pop They never cared about you Oh no they never did Oxycodone is my medicine Don't wanna talk? Well send a letter then And I've been M.I.A., and I'm missing But I'm not a veteran Rocking vinyl on my letterman I try so hard to be the better man, oh

Tell me what you want Tell me what you fucking need Ima smoke a blunt Till i can not fucking breathe Watch my wrists they bleed Hope you know you're dead to me What you could have said to me I'm all alone Tell me what you want Tell me what you fucking need Ima smoke a blunt Till i can not fucking breathe Watch my wrists they bleed Hope you know you're dead to me What you could have said to me I'm all alone What you want What you need So you know im all alone I can't hide i need to seek Ima smoke another blunt Cuz i sleep so heavily Depressions taking me Wishing you would pray for me This ain't the life i need I got all this fucking pressure And it's haunting me Hope when im a few years older I will finally see Why you hating on me and what this World really means Tell me what you want Tell me what you fucking need Ima smoke a blunt Till i can not fucking breathe Watch my wrists they bleed Hope you know you're dead to me What you could have said to me I'm all alone Tell me what you want Tell me what you fucking need Ima smoke a blunt Till i can not fucking breathe Watch my wrists they bleed Hope you know you're dead to me What you could have said to me I'm all alone Tell me what you want Tell me what you fucking need Ima smoke a blunt Till i can not fucking breathe Watch my wrists they bleed Hope you know you're dead to me What you could have said to me I'm all alone