Cause i change my outfit more than transsexuals change gender
Arms seller of high grade like a piff dispenser
Pass the henn and that ice, i'm on a track with 'pac nigga
Turns on some cold water and blocks it, she layed in the tub with the
Oh thats right we left them in the oven
There are times when you'll need someone
Your team is full of squares, graph paper
And that i spent the night with her
I tuck her in, it's freezin' turn up the heat in the oven
Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son
I could feel it deep inside, i was a killing machine.
I live by the code: fuck bitches, love queen
I got food in the fridge, i got food in the pantry,
Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
You looking for tools to write and share lyrics online?
You're in luck! Get started using RapPad >