needs it awaits us So let's ride, not slide, let's mack And if they say you can't go around her say FUCK THAT! So let's ride, not slide, let's mack And
York City and $700 dinners From hangin with sinners and second hand cheap sex To gettin much respect from top record execs The cool Kid's claimin up to call you out So shut up
the company I'll take you home, or back to Oklahoma You're not so nice, but the sex sells so cheap rise and shine all you gold-diggin' mothers are you
ya partnaz It's WEEZY BABY the man of the hour Uptown candidate Holly Grove stand up I'm superfly I still ice my whole band up Still hit ya man up Still got my grams up
she got the cooties (Ah, ah, ahh...) If you mean what you feel then I mean what I said (Ah, ah, ahh...) You don't like cheap sex, I laid a mil' on the
's and ooo-wee's tell me if it's Deep playin with her back spine now she grinding on her teeth you feel you feel Me I think it's kinda deep not sex but
+Shady+ (that's what I know) Sex on her mind all the time And you think that, that's your baby (you don't know) You a good guy that's living the life
distance so I can see,Now Charles kickin' me out the VIP? Bitches callin' me cheap While they trick as they dancin' in minks Hoe, you must be crazy I know it's
her my heart, open it up, don't tear it apart Walk in, don't be afraid of the dark Some make up flex then give it to me hard She's like 'Don't make me
'm afraid I'm falling like rain for you So tired and picking skin Just 'cos it's something to do Bored girls and sad boys Dull roads to anywhere Bad sex
flow that be code named Agent Orange, killin you slow It's only right you pay homage to those that's bout to blow like that shit up your nose, solid
lips was sex appeal (Bitch) I shoot down your hyper lady's appearance I'm never satisfied Only five minutes of celebration Let's disappear until friday morning ! Cinderella of passed midnight... You
- If it sets me free Never know, Never trust That love should see a color Crucify my love - If it should be that way Swing the heartache - Feel it
door at least" "It's really not that bad babe, it kinda looks like a heart stain, yeah artsy" She cracked a smile "I knew you was trouble when you saw
Thank You Ma'am' game is ran on 'em So, fuck how you feel, you fuckin' cheap thrill I hope you took the pill 'cause I won't pay the bill Gettin' pussy's
, it's game time, Pinkie with the same shine, Big poetic canine You know I rep' this shit, I gots it tatted on my skin, If you fuckin' with my city, Then you
'm talkin' you can count it papi it's all there I'm talkin' cookin' up that 'Slumdog Millionare' I like them fast girls, who like them fast cars Who rather sell it