Winter Banco II

An ah sexy of an ah fire
With certain women mad at me
Though it's not her fault
I'm fend to complement of she

She's probably the height
Of 7foot 10 and two eighty- eight
Smell my conversae that is
Some big fine ass ah pussy ah great

And these women are mad all
Because I listen to her music
And they hitting me with a bile gauge

So I stop eating for at least
Three days of each week
This been going on for five
Years for real at least

They want back off but I'm
Not gonna fuss at Winter
I'll just make them think we ah simmer

The heart of each other because
They can't find her too
Also I be shooting these bitches
And yes I'm homeless it's true

Ms. Winter's music sometimes
Has been tampered with
But to listen to is still
The ah darkly ah gift

Ratchet Pussy, U Were Very Lucky
Is an ah soothe of ah needly
Made of glass is a fun of my tongue
It got my octanes high from my lungs

So Titree Shit u punk ass betch
Running around short it's still
Me Sandals u he gonna get

Imma catch u slipping and harshly
Watch I fuck u up
And take Winter your girls in awine aluv

Releasing em to her on
The empower her for real
Then it's back to the darkness
On this mine ah peacely ah chill

So don't attack that woman
Because I'm her damn fan
I'll call Slae Bettae and Ah Thuggstwa
And we'll end all the land

That only means it's yours
Titree u I'll damn sue
Nobody really knows I fucked
Off Auntee Yaladadae as well too

So stop telling people this fad
With a harmless ass lie
I'm not eating Ms. Winter Blanco
From the back as her girl guy

Cause if I was u would
Only for real cry
And u better not have ever
Kidnapped any of her damn wives