BORN SINNER ft. 5stxr5 Lyrics

Where the fuck my when?

(Thanks, Pally)

(Thanks, Pally)

(Thanks, Pally)

(Thanks, Pally)

Look

Ran them out, ran them out

Double check, got my fendi and my Prada

Yeah, it's on my neck

Got a twin Glock, they like twin sisters

Lil' bitch, tryna mess with me

Well she ain't eatin' dinner

Well, fuck that, I hope it was nice

She came twice, she had a crazy Afro

Just a ice spice

And I'd like to be a gentleman, but I'm a disser

And I never sell my soul, but I'm a born sinner

Like, diamonds on my wrist, I be like

(Thanks, Pally)

Got it from my plug, his name

(Thanks, Pally)

I can't get no love, I go

(Thanks, Pally)

And baby, on my dick for more, I'll be

(Thanks, Pally)

She keep beggin' me for more

She can't get enough

Yeah, Yeah, if she keep playin' with me

Oh yeah, she gon' end up gettin' stuffed

I bet not one of yall

Oh yeah, y'all, y'all not fuckin' with me

And tell that nigga if he keep on talkin

I'ma hit him with a one, two, three

I'ma fuck his ass up

If he keep on doin' that chatter

And if he keep on talkin

I'ma turn him into one of the states of matter

You say you got a bitch, mine's badder

You can't even contact her

You can't even add her

And it's not even like y'all know my girl

So why does it even matter?