Me and your mum had rough sex
I'm on deck i'm up next
Where are you gonna go, dog
Man i spit that pimp talk
We fight then we have make up sex
11.1.11 is when it all makes sense
Monday through monday we be cashing checks
I dont give a fuck about your sex
This crap is just soft as dough, dog
I smoke and let the tree talk
Convertibles with turbo jets
Quit dreamin, we aint gonna have sex
Racking paper, i'm tracking money dog/
I don't need your girl. man i got a lot
Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead
Dick out, cake in mouth, sex sex sex, check her eyes, yup their red,
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