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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lil Tini
Songwriter
Lyrics
I fuckin suck
I can't rap
Fuck lil tini
Preach baby preach yeah
I fuckin suck
I can't rap
fuck lil tini
He's fuckin wack
Preach
Tripling the speed limit on a back road
Thinking bout what'd happen if I crash
Picturing my head right through the dashboard
Would that really be too much to ask for
That's a tall order I ain't that sure
But when I spit I feel like a crack whore
Fiending for attention
And instagram mentions
I'm chillin at this sleazy bar
Some dumb broad drank 10 martini jars
She falls flat on the floor
I hop right on her I don't even know CPR
I'm just tryna pop one out before she gets cold
Fuck
She cold
Like freezers are
Demon Barber Sweeney Todd
Killin shit for me ain't hard
I'll probably die erect
This a strong message hope you can digest
I hope you feel these shots they were direct
I'm talking to you man, I hope you listening
You look like you make out with your eyes open
You say you're woke you just asleep with your eyes open
You need to quit like some guys smokin
If you so fuckin blind, why your eyes open
I'm talking to myself I still won't listen
Can't preach to the choir if nobody singing
That's why I'm here speaking these sermons
But there's still a hole I don't know how to fill, like virgins
I fuckin suck
I can't rap
Fuck lil tini
Preach baby preach yeah
I fuckin suck
I can't rap
fuck lil tini
He's fuckin wack
Preach
I fuckin suck
I can't rap
Fuck lil tini
Preach baby preach yeah
I fuckin suck
I can't rap
fuck lil tini
He's fuckin wack
Preach
Writer(s): Lil Tini
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