I stay awake , dreaming for sex
A coward dies a thousand deaths
I call heads, but i get sex/
Leave the keys with that bitch, jets
And we havin' rough sex
Sweet, okay makes sense
Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet
All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed
All the girls wanna have sex
Convertibles with turbo jets
Me and your mum had rough sex
I'm on deck i'm up next
Miami nights, ain't another one
Call me malcolm sex or tyson
I never gave a fuck and that's what they love
Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness
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