That whiskey sour, taste like rick howard/
Uhh, i woke up and screamed, fuck the world
No passion when im fucking ram in your stomach
It's not making sense to you right now but
Lots of drugs and boos in his cup
She said i'm ready to fuck
Gin makes me sin
Smashing geeks with passion
Eyes closed, drinking whiskey, let the car drive
They getting nice, they got some ice
Reserved spots for our casting lots/
Watching for hollow-tip shots
And now he's in a hospital with lots of slits across his wrists,
These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference
And now he's in a hospital with lots of slits across his wrists,
Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips
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