Quit dreamin, we aint gonna have sex
Leave the keys with that bitch, jets
Malcolm sex, the next eminem
Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun
Every third lady that flirt, want my chirp lately
Apparently i'm autistic-ish, does it show? maybe
My nigga banks just be ready for whatever
Now im a registed sex offender
Just trying to decipher between violence and sex
I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs
Dick out, cake in mouth, sex sex sex, check her eyes, yup their red,
You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead
Looked to the heavens and asked him to make a better way
Eighth grade i got a message on facebook from a gay,
Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense
Looking for dangerously hot nigga's and safe sex
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