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[Intro:] Yea You think when you 260 lbs bitches ain't gonna like you Believe me they gonna like you if you got a high color man And I ain’t even handsome I ain’t handsome I’m just crazy [Verse 1:] Bitches all wanna get slapped nowadays They want [? ] beat up Or passed out drunk and shit facin For all, she got me up I’m recently divorced Fuckin knockin these sluts Might as well sky rocket Churches say know me up, re up, re up I just wanna get high and be up These sluts is grimmy nowadays And the lost 4 lbs for a mothafucka like me I fuck with their physi Dude walk around with respect and criss nikeys They all wanna do the talk just like me Gotta cheque with alota O’s Alotta those hoes wanna trap me up With all those lies When they see the size of the water grow Especially when you’re alcoholic and crazy and you gotta lota flow C’mon, I came up unformidable, unimaginable So girls wanna get fucked by me Gettin stabbed by a bull I’m fucka I’m the shit In the dumb shit, I’m undeniable Fuck the kush I’m the ole G Come and try a pole These bitches all think they’re style But my mothafuckin sky is full [Pre-Chorus:] The most dangerous drug in the world (pussy)[x4] [Chorus:] We all know what it is, we all been there (pussy) We all know what it is, we all done it (pussy) We all know what it is, we all do it (pussy) We all run the up in it (pussy) But what about the STDs doesn’t it scare you I threw my caution to the wind with the condom, cause I ain't careful [Verse 2:] Every evening at midnight I turn into a werewolf So when dark come bet your bottom dollar I’m gonna scare you I’m a dream and a nightmare too Why do you keep askin me to beat you with your nikey air shoes Why you change your ole style up Rocking my ex wifey’s hair do You tryin to stir ole emotions up Huh, aren’t ya, darlin, nah, ma, mami What the fuck you want me to call you Fuck it I won’t call you at all I hate the sound of the phone ringin That’s my social anxiety disorder I got my own thing And I guess my stress is just impeding my progress I saw your little cousin, smoke weed with her Blew a fuckin seed in her prom dress I got a compex, I’m sorta complex On more drugs than post traumatic stress Vietnam vets, but let’s not take this outta context I’m addicted to pussy so bad that I ain’t got it conscious But let me stop ramblin with all this fuckin nonesense [Pre-Chorus] [Chorus]
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