Lyrics

Serena williams, pass her to the team like tennis ball And I cheat, think she know cause she tryna call Taking percs to my system, bitch I'm really gone I got cash, I got hoes I need plenty more They like OG he been taking drugs, there's no point saving him But I still got faith in him Gon die and lay with him Gon violate with him In a rari we gon sin With a yankee with no brim Pulling up and they like that's them Baby girl gon break my heart Taking percs right to the start Fuck your girl right in my car Lil car sounding like a fart This ain't music, this is art And love hurts you should check my scars She know she fucking a star It ain't easy being this far Big watch on me like i'm ben 10 She's so flexible She doing a handstand She sucking with no hand And I think she got a man Shiny belt cost a band Bad bitch she from hell Serena williams, pass her to the team like tennis ball And I cheat, think she know cause she tryna call Taking percs to my system, bitch I'm really gone I got cash, I got hoes I need plenty more Serena williams, pass her to the team like tennis ball And I cheat, think she know cause she tryna call Taking percs to my system, bitch I'm really gone I got cash, I got hoes I need plenty more
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