Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs
And all we lack is communication like service sucks
I'm tellen you one day these suckers gotta fall
But now i know why drugs and alcohol
Some of you bitches look stupid as fuck
Lots of drugs and boos in his cup
I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs
Drivin' my impala and selling drugs
Most people made of blood and organs but i'm made of drugs
Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups
Ain't no better swimming in the ocean of your lady
I'm not crazy, i just shot a lady, and lust her baby
And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs
I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks
Sticking to the trip and gearing for the feel of lust
I'm gettin help for this addiction, now golf ain't important
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 >