Lyna's Backpack - Trapselyna

Disaster disaster disaster He likes me and he's a fucking rapper I get in his Benz days on after On my knees I call him my master I look in his eyes and I see DISATER Couldn't wait to fuck on me no faster Pastor I need something holy, fucking bastard Master Thats what I say when he fucks me faster Laughter Is what happens everytime he's passed her Fester Watch get in heat and fucking fester Culture That why I do it, it's a culture Structure My body's perfect it's a sculpture Torture Ik you want me and it's torture Your so insane it must all the liquor Constantly watch me and my small lil figure Fucking me is making u real fucking bitter That's not my problem so pull the trigger Oh man, diaster Fuck me, disaster Heartbreak, diaster Love me, disaster Couldn't wait to fuck on me no faster Pastor I need something holy, fucking bastard Master Thats what I say when he fucks me faster Laughter Is what happens every time he's passed her Fester Watch get in heat and fucking fester Culture That why I do it, it's a culture Structure My body's perfect it's a sculpture Torture Ik you want me and it's torture Oh man, diaster Fucked you, disaster Heartbreak, diaster Love me, disaster Won't call you this time This is for you disaster