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virgin express (worst beat ever freestyle) - kwite lyrics

gotta stay on your feet like shoelaces
i’m real faded, my heart’s gone cold, yeah it’s vacant
i been plenty place ‘cept maybe vacation
my songs ass, they still in your rotation
i ain’t ever seen the inside of someone’s v*g*n*
just because i’m famous do not mean the b*tches line up
i better not see any comments callin’ this fire
only thing ablaze is your pants ‘cause you a liar
i’m more burnt out than a mustang’s tires
i only get in clubs where no clout is required
as sh*t as this beat is, whoever made it i admire
when i need to shower i hop inside of the dryer
my cat’s real cute, her name is smoke
did i ever mention that i really love to smoke
i think i’m really cool ‘cause i puff on that toke
i think if i was british i’d call all of my friends blokes
i don’t sip liquor because it hurts my throat
i’m too christian, stick to root beer floats
call me paul revere b*tch, who there goes
5’5, even sittin’ down i’m on my toes
like cocaine, all of my sh*t blows
my hours on doom came in, in droves
you never listened to real music and it shows
i bet you never heard any billy joel
he’s underground, he’s someone you wouldn’t know
i’m a f*ckin’ luddite, i don’t even have a phone
i am very sensitive, please watch your tone
i’m fly as f*ck with guns attached like a drone
shut the f*ck up, you’re louder than a megaphone
i’m bleedin’ out my ass like somebody with chron’s
i’m beatin’ up my d*ck like i was john jones
droppin’ to the floor after, yeah i’m goin’ pr*ne

- kwite lyrics

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