Lyrics:
Let's have sex with strangers in the men's room
We could do it and not get caught
Burn down the house where the metal kids live
All the Hendrix
the Benjamins
And if it's men then it's within
the natural in the live of life of unrestricted sin
Huh, sounds fun but like a hand and a gun
sin and death go
Louis V satchel, I say it's a men's bag
Pussy don't play with my body I been mad
And I'm like huh, what, he talking junk
Just a new reason to fuck his
wanted you here by my side
I know what I said but I lied
It looked like I laughed but I cried
But I wish I could push rewind
If I had minutes on my hand
with hoes
And I heard every thing you said, could you talk any louder?
We can talk about your feelings, but Ill charge by the hour
Cause honestly you're
we preach
Cause if we did I know it would change our streets
And this Christianity isn't a white religion
Yet can we tell by the way your livin'
I could've been dead
But I know its ah blessing
Aye what he say?
Nigga watch how you steppin
C.L.E yea Nigga
Dats what I'm repping
If you already
live a lie.
I don't wanna be judged, don't wanna be criticized.
I don't wanna talk, if nothin' I wanna say,
Boy, I let 'em get to know me, the more
own bowers such a darling perfume
And this liquid so rare if you willingly share
To be taking your hair when it's frizzled and dead
Oh the sod has
confessions are full of controversy
When red and blue's reflected I'll be asking God for mercy
Because it makes me wonder if this could be where my name
make your mama frown, we told you
Posted up with armored trucks
When squad roll up, make men go hush
If y'all talk tough, y'all sitting ducks
My blade
like a pool stick
For a lick chick sticking you up
Could care less act up
Chick grabbing your nuts listen
Couldnt fuck with me if you was rapping for ten
mattered that my stamina was battered
By the weight way more than a nigga planned or thought
I could never be forgetter
Could never live being unreliable
self-evident
That all men are created equal
They are endowed by their creator
With certain unalienable rights
And among these are life, liberty,
they do nowadays
We should all have been so lucky
By spring she'd had the run of the free born men
Ruby turned 50 in a sheep camp tent
Her body
bedded Maidens being sent by a dead
End satan
Minds were decaying as monikers Looked to astronomers before They measured the
Shock like
Voltometers,
the white men and
Waiting for a pay cheque
Working three hundred and fifty something days only getting paid twelve days of a year
While my work is makeing
felt like 50
Beef wit many men
2 twin pistols aim my shit at any man
Just got a call niggas from dat side got hit again
Bloodshed behind dis shit so
Hold on bro I got his ass
Tag a monkey by his toe (Bow)
If he caught up in a crowd
I'm like any many miny mo (come here)
All my shooters see is green
heads still shootin', nigga, Bonzi Wells
I could tell you how a dead body smells
Nah, that ain't the best thing
I learned the lessons that death bring
crack
By seventeen
Eighteenth street where I played that
Nineteen - on the corner with
Twenty in they straps
Playing with my money like
Playing with my
week later I find out I've got the whole rest of my life to live
But nothings for certain I could die tomorrow
And I don't know if you know who this is
And second and second
Getting ticked off your talk
Y'all better back off
Set to winter setting
I'ma keep on heading
This very direction
Until I am dead in
I didn't talk
All I did was lay
See I'm
Mentally lit
O' so gone
But I gotta another one lit
Clocked in
On a job
But I could
Be hitting licks
It be yo
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