When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest
A depressed mess accepting empty sex and left bereft of love expressed
And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes
Love reefer and love sneaker above those
Who cares about hearts and love
It's just textbook stuff
Ironic this verse was conceived while drivin’ a lex
Of you wannabes rapping bout thugs,drugs, and sex,
Abuse ur friendship untill there is no friendship
Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip
And sitting on side are my two sex pistols,
Amen, they say you only live once
Me and your mum had rough sex
I'm on deck i'm up next
Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups
Now replaced with mc's rappin' 'bout sex, woman, and money doubles//
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