Pants get stone, we call it the breakdown
I'm over sitting in my room, with a sad frown.
In his daily trisector, dissecting ladies in the sector.
Pssst... psssssst... aiyyoare you afraid to die, or do you wanna live forever
Your stuck bad luck. you dont know who you messing with, this my
Seen drive-bys takin' lives, little kids die
I'm still hitting ladies, in all the sexy places
The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love
Wake up in the morning sitting on my bed
Your stupid ass, corny lines trying to fill my head
I'm in the middle of a bad bitch sandwich, yea
Messing with ouija boards triangles and the kay kay kay
Get your revenue popping before you ever do talk on them
With all the motherfuckin' guys get the ladies why they drinkin' then
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