six one six
six witches on my dick
Choose wisely...

Witch #1.
She was that grip, that slick tongue, that fat ass,
that summertime drunk, uhhh
I spiked the punchline. The pumps were clicking
I was curving them edges until she showed up in them wedges
sun dressed in red so I'm hot.
Sweating to some oldies. Marvin Gaye mixed with Boldy James.
Emboldened by the drank, sip one.

Witch #2
She Showed me what them hips do.
At that Time I was 6'2" with a sick crew.
The lanky Brickstreet Hoolie Gang
stanking with OG Gorilla Glue
She's feeling me, I'm feeling you
She's feeling hot, I'm feeling cool
I'm feeling caught so I switched it up to...

Witch #3
She was into witch hazel, spells and fables, palo santo, rolling papers
She didn't like sage.
That should have been premonitions
but my innervisions were slurred by the liquor
but still swayed (suede)
Feel the leathers and furs, its just game
so before...

Witch #4
came in the door, #3 came
Singing: "papa can you hit it once more"
Dang
Witch #4 pulled out the switchblade so I had to switch lanes
Which is why...

Witch #5
was on my mind
she had them brains, them thighs
a fly style chic but still wild, sweet but salty as hell
so mad about the world
so I had to pull the rabbit out the cap
its magic to these girls

#6
is so thorough.
I like her curls.
I might give her the world
I might give up my young thug life.
I might make her my WHY? (Y)
and pull off in the SL like it's all swell.
trust well...

LOOK
pick a date
you can catch a plane or catch a fade
I hit the stage dazed bumping Purple Rain
I mix the purple with the grey
you know its promising
Time to rhyme again my bitch rock anaconda skin
I hit the bottle then I wallow yo that's how we live
smothered by the pressures of life but never giving in
this old pimp told me sink or swim cause yo its plenty fish
what up Bilbo, I played it low while I Remy sip
or Henny nigga if anything while mami blazed
hit up Johnny Dang I need a chain and some diamond fangs
you know my lane, its on my mind but it didn't mean a thing
I switched the play, you feel a way but are you feeling safe?
Look she ain't know really what to say
I told her, baby girl just wait. Good things is always late
when it comes to fate, relate, you know the demon face
Beaming off the late key pace until we seized the day
shit
This kind of shit comes from somewhere else
I'm not that type of nigga to run, I pulled the gun from my belt
I filled my lungs with the drugs and felt my face melt
we mesh well me and her will escape the depths of hell
WuZee