get it how you live (december)
Singer:robb bank$
i'm back up in this thing with your bitch all on my dick
from tuesday through sunday i'm running through your crib
cut the veins off that tree right and smoke it to a clip
i keep that gold up in your bitch
pussy niggas catch a bad one
your mixtape only good to ash on
and you still trynna figure out my 4th bar?
my ex is still on call back
and shit just gon' get worse
so i whip that hearse and my bitch wear all black
and niggas still don't know that behind the scenes
on the mouth that they be kissing
they ain't finna tell you what they 'bout to get into
bitch 'bout to leave for college come winter
the way her new man's staring at my new bitches
counting all this new money
singing 'bout these old women
i mean everything except the last part
took the pain away and shit i probably wouldn't ask for it
i'm long gone when niggas need someone to turn to
all my freetime goes to a lily thai
it acts just like a squirtle
might as well cop the pack from the way that i'm coppin' loosies
and she hold the pop kiss like the end of a disney movie
and i'm casting for a porno where the actors don't charge me
my protagonist's a misty looking bitch