Lyrics:
I'm caught in a trap
You won't walk out on me despite
All of my best efforts
Pushing you away
Dropped all my best hints
I borrowed Dykes To Watch Out
a stud
I swapped out the mic for the gun
I swapped out the ice for the mud
I swapped out the spice for the bud
Fuckin' on a dyke, I'm in love
I'm
for the gun
I swapped out the ice for the mud
I swapped out the spice for the bud
Fuckin' on a dyke, I'm in love
I'm fuckin' with a dyke, she the one
She let Bastard hit it in Nike slides
Slid the panties to da side
Only got time For quickies
Aht bitch no kissin no hickies
I be the dyke wit
And I'm hoping I'll work myself out of this job eventually
But in the meantime, I'd rather pass for a girly dyke
Than squeak by as a question mark
You know,
that
(they don’t like that)
Jump up out my side bitch
Like where my wife at
(aye)
Roll a blunt of Runtz
While you niggas rolling light dep
(smoking
out
Them city boys that be movin' 'caine down south
I clap for dollars and scrap about it
I been around since Dappa Danns, rap vans
I'm a gorilla man,
daddy)
Got a trunk full of bump (believe that daddy)
Got cribs, cars, bikes, dykes (believe that daddy)
'Cause that's what hoes like (believe that
for our society)
Soon them dumb fat dykes
Will control the world i'm screwed!
(DAMN)
Fat violent dykes!
Always bitchin' all the time
Always wishin'
out
Them city boys that be movin' 'caine down south
I clap for dollars and scrap about it
I been around since Dappa Danns, rap vans
I'm a gorilla man,
Still there Brooklyn?
Yeah yeah that's gangsta, I think I'ma roll with that one
Make out a check for eight hundred dollars
Jigga Man, holla
out a check for eight hundred dollars
Jigga Man, holla
1-900-Hustler, Sigel, holla at your boy
Whassup Sig? This Chris out the Young Guns dog
out a check for eight hundred dollars
Jigga Man, holla
1-900-Hustler, Sigel, holla at your boy
Whats up Sig? This Chris out the Young Guns dog
a match
For real
When you out here always gotta watch ya back
For real
Feel like a dyke how I come in with the strap
For real
They either hate you or they
abuse I was facing
When he eventually hears this song on his station
He’ll probably sue me for character defamation
But fuck it - got that big dyke energy
your place
I'll be your make up artist
Let me beat that face
Work it out bitch
You can't dance for shit
All you dykes so damn stiff
Is that from munching
I sit back and watch the world go by
I got a vamp bitch and she bite
On my vamp shit run the night
Vamp bitch yeah she bi
I think she a dyke
I'm
known to earn a dyke's love
Blind folks be like, somebody turned the lights off
Immense strength, poppin' out a muffin
Make famous artists that's dead
be mad for my check look like a typo
Making plays on a island yeah I call that shit a iso
Walking with the blicky make her hold it like a dyke hoe
When
take out the trash without holdin yo blick
Matter fact be smart and don't come out for shit
You better be grateful I just saved yo ass
I was chillin in
body is lookin' nasty: fat Suge
A Shotgun'll have ya brain drippin' out
With all these veins stickin' out
Like a bad rolled Backwood
Watch ya back Goodz
girl buss down
Imma watch the world spin round,
Then I watch the pack rinse out
(okay)
Cold as a bitch,
Tryna take a picture I'm too cold for the lens,
known to earn a dyke's love
Blind folks be like, somebody turned the lights off
Immense strength, poppin' out a muffin
Make famous artists that's dead
sum' like a dyke
How you so tender, I don't even get it, told bro chill, he tryna bite
Pussy it's A to the T, P with the T
Bro go kuu, got a knocked for
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