Too Many Bitches

Catch you in traffic, you sitting daffy like stealing candy
My ceiling’s absent, my wheels are massive, my friends assassins
All of us bastards, our mothers queens and our women dancers
My rivers rapid, my fins are splashin’, my gills are flappin’
I bend some matches, then sip some gas and went kissed a dragon

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