Vsk. - Teacher

[Chorus]
Bless a bitch, I feel like I'm a preacher
Learn my text, worship me as your teacher
Rap my verse like I'm drawing a picture
Lift you up to the light I can reach it
Yeah bitch, I am your fuckin' teacher
You lil thot, I am your fuckin' teacher
Yeah kid, I am your fuckin' teacher
You lil boy, I am your fuckin' teacher

[Verse 1]
There is no sex in a paradise
I'm flexin so hard I don't need your christ
I can buy your heart I know the price
I'm blowing the crowd Vanella Ice
Your vision is green, my vision is VV
My bitch sip lean, your bitch on Riri
You can't stop me, I won't stop, feel me?
I can't stop, won't stop, bitch you feel me?
(Whoah! Ay!)
All these young rappers trynna fuck the culture
But they know nothing 'bout the fuckin' culture
I'll fight you! Sounds like a legal approach
I don't know you, so why you actin' like a coach
But you know bitch, I'm not trying to poach
Bitch I never vote, shit drowning in leaky boat
Look me in my eyes
Who do you calling a GOAT?
(Ay)
I feel like bird in a box
I never fuck in a sox, cum on that bich
Yes she a thot
They said: "I got yo back bro" (No cap)
"You flexin' so hard bro" (No cap)
"Fuck fake bros, bro" (No cap)
Beat a mf's ass with a strap
(Yuh)
[Chorus]
Bless a bitch, I feel like I'm a preacher
Learn my text, worship me as your teacher
Rap my verse like I'm drawing a picture
Lift you up to the light I can reach it
Yeah bitch, I am your fuckin' teacher
You lil thot, I am your fuckin' teacher
Yeah kid, I am your fuckin' teacher
You lil boy, I am your fuckin' teacher

[Verse 2]
Hit me up if you're ready for feature
I'm afraid you're gonna need you a bleacher
Promise you that I know how to treat her
Promise you that I know, I'm a teacher
(Ay, ay, teacher, ay)
Call me legendary creature, bitch
Lazy daisy stitching bitch
Flexin' so hard, I don't need you, snitch
Slaughter your daughter. Low pitch
Say my name - vsk
Do you feel pain? Well, thats ok
On my chest my fucking gang
Pussy boy, you a lame
I won the race, can beat the case, huh
Be careful boy, or you can get cooked
Smokin' so hard I can't wake up
I pour blood into my cup
I won the race, can beat the case, huh
Be careful boy, or you can get cooked
Smokin' so hard I can't wake up
I pour blood into my cup
[Chorus]
Bless a bitch, I feel like I'm a preacher
Learn my text, worship me as your teacher
Rap my verse like I'm drawing a picture
Lift you up to the light I can reach it
Yeah bitch, I am your fuckin' teacher
You lil thot, I am your fuckin' teacher
Yeah kid, I am your fuckin' teacher
You lil boy, I am your fuckin' teacher

[Outro]
There is no sex in a paradise
I'm flexin so hard I don't need your christ
I can buy your heart I know the price
I'm... Fuck
Yo stop that shit bro, I'm high as fuck man I can't rap no more bro
Fo real

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