Just trying to decipher between violence and sex
And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets
A coward dies a thousand deaths
And we havin' rough sex
Hot where i'm from, the newscasters don't come
Call me malcolm sex or tyson
Sweet, okay makes sense
You would bet on malcolm sex
Dick out, cake in mouth, sex sex sex, check her eyes, yup their red,
This shit make a nigga wanna get some bread or bust a head
Having sex till four o'clock in the mourn but u still checking your phone
I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home
And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her
Young, nigga having sex many ways with your mother.
Now im a registed sex offender
Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for
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