Lyrics:
and beat me til your cock throbs
Seesaw, seesaw, slide my face up and down
On the desk, by lockers, fuck me on the playground
I'll make time to get my
sex as a weapon.
Her man's name Jerome, high school sweetheart
Who just came home for some charges unknown.
It's 'prolly domestic, he be beatin' 'er
pride get cavities
Have most chicks mad at me
Play a hoe academy
Beat it like da Energizer, dont run out of batteries
So my sex drive is kinda like a drag
gettin' blown by PJ Sparks at Key West
I need breast like Sahara needs a HIV test
I'll hit that pussy up with a nasty attack
Get on your knees like your
to chill
Look around, I smell beer
Model chicks in the club, call 'em bitch with no fear
Big booties and tits, sex-style underwear
Hot pants G-string
I'm ashamed by the lies and the worthless games
But the wine and the night make me feel okay
No other you, no other me, not other us, babe
One
the laws of gravity
I'm a racing car passing by like Lady Godiva
I'm gonna go, go, go
There's no stopping me
I'm burnin' through the sky yeah
Two
question authority, im backed by minority
And in all truth, we be the majority
Sorry man, I just go into rants
I start talking bout noise, then the hours
Or the sex that I be having though I hate my baby momma
It's always drama, she got too much time on her hands
Watching Tyra steady planning a plot on your
a bottle in the parking lot
But considering our luck
We'll get busted by the cops
Instead of sex, we'll go to jail
Another lesson learned and failed
You're just a rabbit that be captured by the falcons feet
I hunt for the meat see me we can thump in the street
Fuck around leave you slumped in your
I feel like buddy
Pastel images are still giving us
Everything we've heard before with some more
Sex appeal that isn't really real
But everyone
subway your train of thought gotta run through
I'm by my lonely, so I might let the hawk show
Any block, I double-park, get out and walk slow
And nowadays
up take it much higher)
All lover's etiquette
Make love on first impression
And adolescent sex with juvenile intentions
(Get up, get up, get
Cause you were the high roller, but homie only want you for sex
That's you
Think you the shit because your body is tight,
What you goin' do if god
girl a new dress, just to give me some sex
Cause I'm ripping up the mic, and I dress so fly
Some people they wonder why, that I stay so high
Cause I'm
sometimes I roll undercover
I'm from the City of Syrup, where young G's slang birds
Looking good by the herds, full of that endo herb
Nothing less, Down
another number
The thin ice was cracking and I was sinking under, in with sorrow
Worried 'bout today dread would happen by tomorrow
Who knows
to shine, sometimes I roll undercover
I'm from the City of Syrup, where young G's slang birds
Looking good by the herds, full of that endo herb
Nothing
(chorus) x2
Die!!!, I choose before you
One by one we will pick you
You will die!!!
(fuck it....psychological)
Verse one:
Siccmade music comin up
the sex but where just wastin' time
No replay's, like Shifty please stay
Sick of breakin' up every other week day
And we can't seem to see, eye to eye
bling here
Been having a Benz, been having Vettes, been having a Rover
Gotta house by the lake, look here ask Joe Claire, see I told ya
Been having
son was DUI, but my momma made it by
I didn't shed no tears when you left me
but the rest of the family cried
Trials and tribulations, ruined my
surrounded by titties and asses
Spend a lot of money on some brand new clothes
Tryin' to impress these brand new hoes
Laugh every time I have sex with
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