Of you wannabes rapping bout thugs,drugs, and sex,
Ironic this verse was conceived while drivin’ a lex
- or i'mma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head
Dick out, cake in mouth, sex sex sex, check her eyes, yup their red,
Quit dreamin, we aint gonna have sex
But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps
Money drugs and women seem to be the only the the radio can play! (*white noise sound*)
Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round
I pop one, you pop one
Ross and folarin, couple women
A coward dies a thousand deaths
I call heads, but i get sex/
I dont give a fuck about your sex
Aimin' at his partner who know he up next
I'm on deck i'm up next
And we havin' rough sex
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