Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin
So i pulled back the curtains, merked him
I refuse to be another being on this earth
I leave flowers on the graves of these cowards
From workin' 9 to 5, from grindin', tryna provide for the family,
And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see
If they pigs/5-0/the fuzz we haul out
Is dc in the house, without a doubt
So they hurtin but what's for certain you can get you some heat
Putting up with 5 days of school only to live it for the week,
By the minute i was getting paid like a hot line
And it's actually 5:20, learn to fucking tell the time
Toss em down on the ground and squash em like sumo
Before you know it, she wet enough to get drowned slow
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
You looking for tools to write and share lyrics online?
You're in luck! Get started using RapPad >