Lexa Terrestrial Candy Bars
[verse 1]
Gotta hold onto walls
Baby girl is a bottle
We got a 4 wheel, I'm shotty
But no that shit ain't Bugatti
Honey got a body gotta keep it together, you hot
Don't go and get evil thoughts
Don't try and f..ck up the party
Summon the devil
Gotta keep it together there ain't a bum on my level
And I been pushing the pedal
Been running away from the deal I made and it's settled
Ain't no appeal, no, until he dead in a jail cell
Gonna get going
Gonna spit flowing
Like your bitch owing me a tip for
Cinnamon Tumeric you know I've been swigging it while i'm sick
Hit up Med Express but that Karen ain't do shit
I worked my whole life for this
Just so you can spit me bitch, I'm gonna fight this shit
Anti-Semitic you're f..cking pathеtic
And i ain't even been to Palestinе yet
I'm like 10 percent. Six 6 Six Pence
If you kiss me. But you got strep?
I'll make your dick bleed like ripped jeans shred
Til hell freaze over, til he scream "please, Lex"
I'll admit i'm cold. I'm a bit mean
But if the chips free I'm gonna bid 3, bet!
If i had a voice and if i weren't sick I'd spit make a TikTok - TokTik
Sydney Prescott, I'm seeing flesh rot
Without a Desk job, that's a death plot
My Quest stops when my chest stops
And when the sex stops then the texts stop
I got a fresh plot... I ain't the one you wanna piss off
I got a crop top. I'll tease your cock and then chop it off
I got some dark thoughts like a Gothic in Hot Topic who never bought shit
Chorus
(inaudible secret code you're not allowed to hear)
Life's a game but I ain't staying n' playing Monopoly
Life's a game but I ain't staying n' playng Monopoly
I got my own money, I got my own money
I keep my eyes open make sure they ain't rob from me
Verse 2
No admitting it— I-ain't a bitch and I been a Bit Calm
Blissfully dripped
Rose petals in my crypt
Coffin
I'm dead walking
I'm bidding' at the Auction
Even if i'm a hippie I don't fit in with the pompous
But i play the rolI - I can wear a costume
Never did Molly but they think I'm on it
Glitching n' Flipped if I'm a bit honest
Shoulda signed me
but I'm still an indie rockstar
Swing and a miss
You're knockin'
You're not gonna get away with this
You're sloppy and cocky
The Cops come knocking
The box moved off it, on its own I hope like a hoe push popping
Moon walking on your grave
N' I'll stay on it
Shit talking like I'm Wade Robson
Boom Bopping
All over the place, all over your face
Nsync Bye Bye Bye and
I'm off it
Bitch
Ship Sink ice ice ice
Lip Sync
Why I I
I'm like Doja cat
but my claws sharp as knives
No.. It ain't Wednesday yet…
but i play Wi iii iiife
Then i play dead
Just like the Wi- fi- fi
And I beat guys
But I'm like 4 foot 5
Clipped my wings but i still
took flight
What you bitches know bout a wrong verse right
Just because he clean doesn't mean that he nice
Only 13 with the beans-n'-the-rice
Know I go-mean with the price
Glow like the Queen of the ice
Now you gotta fix me -i ain't paying no price
Even-tho i got Candy Bars
Do ri me
Get it right
Bitch
Chorus
(inaudible secret code you're not allowed to hear)
Life's a game but I ain't staying n' playing Monopoly
Life's a game but I ain't staying n' playng Monopoly
I got my own money, I got my own money
I keep my eyes open make sure they ain't rob from me
