That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free
You'll be like osama bin laden, dropped in the sea
Now you can feel itit's a potion for my niggas in motion
That's why i make my raps deep like the whole fucking atlantic ocean!
Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead
Fresh peel after intersecting slides your glistening red
Fetching my dick almost as quick as they cook and they clean dishes
I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love
Nina on my femur is cocked ready for action
Smother it with butter and cook it for my next of kin.
Stir the beef up in a pot, it's hot, cook it up and sell it,
So if i'm not clubbing, don't think i'm on some jerk shit
Tire marks, tire marks
(verse 1 starts when bass starts)
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