He calls me nearly every day with what he's thinking He calls me 'cause his world is cruel 'Cause I am cruel He calls me and sex almost always comes up
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He calls me, nearly every day with what he's thinking, he calls me, because his world is cruel, because I am cruel, he calls me. And sex almost always
, what it look like not?s what it look like, might what it look like but your whom I don?t like, cos you say it like you know that its true, tryna mess
paws like you pissed him off Talented with the tongue muthfucker You ain't gotta lick in yours Hittin' licks like I'm robbin' liquor stores Makin' cash registers shit their draws Think you spit
wrist and the thirty thousand collar Pussy must be good he's victim to ya power Shit nigga like me, I would never allow it Spit that shit to me I would
forces known as agents will like him dead for what he know He is The One, at least that's who Morpheus say he is He can free the mind of a machine and
I called the Pimp God right and he put me on hold And said his bitch run off, I thought, I thought pimpin' was dead then But he called back though and
account will prove that I make G's, so you can see these nuts, hoe Or get played like dominoes I used to fuck a bitch from San Jose Baby liked to freak all kind
who else I got, I got I got face, pooh, that's my partna He'll look through a broad his face so big I got ah, I got pow pow, he looking like liners; he kind
See, he quick to grab a bitch by the throat And slam her ass, cram her ass, with a fat dick 'Cause she's a trick bitch I like fat bitches and I like
hort I play the bitches like it's a sport Yeah, I'll play the bitches just like y'all Like Dr. J played basketball You can call me Too, don't say it
Old Skool Freddy B, bitch Shorty B most valuable player Stright indo Solutions from the soul About Face You wanna call be Baby D You can call me daddy
to these high hats like that, yo' spot is krunk This blunt, I put the fire to, I really do admire you But even though Bubba dirty, he certainly fin'
before I bite ya shit Pause, inhale hell n kush, us and Yealwolf like a heavy foot gas pedal push Felon's, crooks, going door to door like he's selling
the '80s My '90s was like the Navy, you was like the Bradys You still fly kites daily Catch me in my Mercedes Bumpin' 'Ice, Ice, Baby', screamin' Shady 'til I die Like
paws like you pissed him off Talented with the tongue muthafucker You aint gotta lick in yours Hittin licks like Im robbin liquor stores Makin cash registers shit their draws Think you spit
