It wasn't about the sex
Leave the keys with that bitch, jets
I'm a brute, your sister blow my flute,
Bb king or the neighbors of snoop
Now im a registed sex offender
They all are pretenders, i am the 7th letter
And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets
Just trying to decipher between violence and sex
A step by step book let
Woo-hah, got you all in check
All the girls wanna have sex
I'm on deck i'm up next
Me and your mum had rough sex
Sweet, okay makes sense
Your sort of like my sister,
Huh, i can't interpret her
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