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I can't find the fucking pocket, nigga What the fuck? Uphill battle 'gainst patriarchy with a plastic knife That'll probably be the synopsis of my fucking life Doing all that "Pick me" shit to be somebody's fucking wife Tuh, I'd rather lay where fucking lightening strike Who hurt you? bitch, I'm a walking open wound So shut the fuck up, before you meet your maker soon I break what your mama gave ya, yo ma can't save ya Told your baby daddy I was basic, but he ate it Then he tipped me with your child support like I was a waitress I don't meet to be rude, but goddamn that dick was faceless But that face was spacious So I copped a squat and rode it slow like Miss Daisy Tryna shake him like McGrady From Letras Mania