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turks (i apologize)

de Cash Cobain

I ain't mean to hurt you, but that nigga really had to hurt you
Bag on Birkin, I apologize, had to Turks you
You ain't never met the Slizzy God, baby girl, I could church you
I just want to lunch you, wanna dinner you, and dessert you
Don't deserve you, these niggas don’t deserve you, right?
Talkin' loud 'cause you think a nigga 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 says she like how that feel
She a skinny bitch, but from the back, her ass was lookin' fat, yeah
And I met her this year, can't believe I didn't met her last year
I was, I was doing bad, yeah, I was, I was talkin' practice
I was, really, I was acting but, you was like a actress now
Fuck it, that’s the past, I ain't even mad now, you in my mattress yeah

I ain't mean to hurt you, but that nigga really had to hurt you
Bag on Birkin, I apologize, had to Turks you
You ain't never met the Slizzy God, baby girl, I could church you
I just want to lunch you, wanna dinner you, and dessert you
Don't deserve you, these niggas don’t deserve you, right?
Talkin' loud 'cause you think a nigga 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

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