Money and sex, gore-tex donna karan and guess
Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess
Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts
And sitting on side are my two sex pistols,
And in love with her, lets have sex
I'm on deck i'm up next
Of you wannabes rapping bout thugs,drugs, and sex,
Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense
Fuck 2dopeboyz and nahright, shout out to hype track
Slim davy, malcolm sex, we rape, kill, and rap
I got a swisher full of grass gettin ashed like a cigarette
Them niggas all peaked, but you ain't seen a niggas limit yet
We can’t even talk ‘less you got the check
Caught you smokin' my last cigarette,
See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows
And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes
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