Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun
Malcolm sex, the next eminem
Leave the keys with that bitch, jets
You would bet on malcolm sex
You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet
Dick out, cake in mouth, sex sex sex, check her eyes, yup their red,
And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets
Just trying to decipher between violence and sex
Looking for dangerously hot nigga's and safe sex
Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense
Girls always playing games with emotions
Had i not been exposed to these things
These motherfuckers think i'm playing, i ain't playing games,
To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes
I like my girls skinny with brains
Dont wanna play no mind games
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