Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin
Fire lit, diffuse the wick, mixed with vodka and gin,
I give him a helping hand, bring him out to thugz mansion
Fire lit, diffuse the wick, mixed with vodka and gin,
Nigga fuck you cracker, i put you six feet
All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed
You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes
Of you wannabes rapping bout thugs,drugs, and sex,
Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses
Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness
That's gettin' oldplus with tha drama
Fat bars ziggys trips and vodka....
A depressed mess accepting empty sex and left bereft of love expressed
When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest
Took her to the club bought her three more bottles
And sitting on side are my two sex pistols,
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