turks (i apologize)

I ain't mean to hurt you, but a **** really had to hurt you

Bag on Birkin, I apologize, had to Turks you

You ain't ever met the Slizzy God, baby girl, I could church you

I just wanna lunch you, wanna dinner you, and dessert you

Don't deserve you, these **** don't deserve you, right?

Talkin' loud 'cause you think a **** never heard you, right?

She be talkin' 'bout her pussy when she say her circle tight

And she ride the dick with no hands like a circus bike

Last night mad real, pop a Percocet, not a Advil

Last kill, bad kill, had to pack her, it was that real

When I fuck her from the back, she say she like how that feel

She a skinny bitch, but from the back, that ass was lookin' fat, yeah

And I met her this year, can't believe I didn't meet her last year

I was, I was doin' bad, yeah, I was, I was talkin' practice, I was, really, I was actin' but you was like an actress now

Fuck it, that's the past, I ain't even mad now, you on my mattress, yeah

I ain't mean to hurt you, but a **** really had to hurt you

Bag on Birkin, I apologize, had to Turks you

You ain't ever met the Slizzy God, baby girl, I could church you

I just wanna lunch you, wanna dinner you, and dessert you

Don't deserve you, these **** don't deserve you, right?

Talkin' loud 'cause you think a **** never heard you, right?

She be talkin' 'bout her pussy when she say her circle tight

And she ride the dick with no hands like a circus bike